I've posted before about how my sister, Stephanie, enjoys the games on Facebook. Her newest fascination is an old-timey game called Frontierville. You have to grow crops, build a "homestead", fight bears, beat snakes, get "hitched", etc. Last night, as we were instant messaging, I received a request from her. It was this:
SIS: If you go to Frontierville, would you send me some hammers, I just got married (yes, you missed the wedding) and I am building a chicken coop with the old man.
I had to read that sentence a couple of times to really get the full benefit and full enjoyment out of it. My beautiful, artistic sister wrote the weirdest sentence I'd ever read. I pointed it out to her by saying this:
ME: Stephanie...please read the sentence you just wrote...I'm dying....
She replied with this, "WILL YOU SEND ME THE FRICKIN HAMMMERS!"
Glad I was able to reason with her...
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hahahaha you gotta love Duck!!
what do the people in your family smoke, exactly, anyway? :)
My grandmother would sit by the fire in her grandmother's cabin and smoke a little stone pipe at the age of thirteen. She didn't stop until she was off to heaven. They say I am a spittin image, of Emma Jane. Even tho I do not smoke, I am guessing that I have a little of that craziness in me. She was a real pistol. Wow, did I just become a little old lady down in the hollar, help Debbie!!!!!!!
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