Primo: What do you want for your birthday?
Me: I don’t know. We just bought a house. We’re getting
married. We don’t need anything. I don't want anything.
Primo: But I have to get you something.
Me: Fine. I want three hours some Saturday of you throwing
out your crap in the basement.
Primo: I don't want to do that.
Me: That's what I want.
Primo: Can't I just buy you something?
Me: Nope.
Primo: You're mean.
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