I'm not creative enough to make this shit up.
There's a mix of hilarity and seriousness because that's what life is.
But for real, what the hell is my life?
No, I'm the one who would send you to find the neighborhood drug dealer, but the drugs would be mine, all mine.Love,Janie
It's not nice to not share. :(
I think I'm liking your Mom, Rachel. :-)
Many people do. I've had friends like her more than they liked me!
Crazy! Cute that your message title is Momma. My daughter even has a special ring tone for when I call.
I call her variations of "Momma" and "Mommy" but I don't think I ever really call her anything else.
According to the neighbors here I am the friendly local neighborhood drug dealer. So I hook you up. What you want? Java? Latte? Mexican black tar Coca Cola? That's the Coke that's made with cane sugar. I tell you I got the good stuff.
Damn, I can get all my drugs from you two. You're much friendlier than my friendly neighborhood drug dealer (the Starbucks barista and the gas station attendant who sells the coke made with sugar cane).
Haha! You and your mom have some pretty funny conversations!
We used to be a walking comedy show!
Lol your mommy is hysterical!
Haha Don't encourage her! lol
It took me a second to understand what was going on. Then I read the title again and felt a little dumb. Well I hope you got your caffeine when you needed it!
I believe that I did that day, thankfully! I went for the legal alternatives, compared to what my mom may or may not have been illegally implying.