The telephone rings. Hoochie Momma, Roar, Meow and Laura are eating dinner. Hoochie Momma answers.
Hoochie Momma: Hello? Yes, this is she... (She listens as the telemarketer tries to sell her something.) No thank you, I'm not interested... (She listens as he tells her to call if she ever needs their services. Hoochie Momma begins waving her hand in the air for him to finish up.)
Laura: (yelling) The baby's on fire! THE BABY'S ON FIRE! (Hoochie Momma and the telemarketer bust out laughing.)
Hoochie Momma: I gotta go, bye. (click)
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Once I was buying weed from this kid and we sat down and smoked a bowl and this pregnant chick sat down with us and wanted to smoke so he passed her the bowl but it was my weed. I was tempted to say no, it's bad for the baby, but the pregnant chick is midwestern hoochie mamma white trash and she could kick my ass.
The baby is on fire - I'll have to use that when we get phone calls. Priceless :)
Thank God. I thought I was the only one whose babies spontaeously combusted.
B-momma
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