Sunday, August 15, 2010

Upon seeing a white-haired octogenarian in a gold lamé jacket and cat eye glasses, Boogie squeals -with her hands over her mouth - "LADY GAGA! LADY GAGA! OH. MY. GOSH."
The lady cackles and says "I wish I looked that good, cookie."

B: "I don't think the chickens like me. Why don't they like me? I'm a princess!"

Me: "Um... why are you guys naked?"
B: "A warthog eat our swimsuits. We can't find them. That's why."
Me: "A warthog ATE your swimsuit." It must be hot, if the grammar was the only thing I could find wrong with that story.