Sunday, April 27, 2008

So my mom was looking at dried figs in Cold Storage. The gist:

Mom: You didn't even buy these for me.

Me: You want them? I'll buy them for you now.

Mom: No, I don't want them.

Me: Yes, you do. I'll buy them for you now.

Mom: No, I don't want them!

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Women.

When you look me in the eyes
I catch a glimpse of heaven
I find my paradise
When you look me in the eyes