We'll just tell you... we don`t do anything

[erika]

A typical family conversation. Starring Adara, 16, Javier, 11, Erika (your poster), Mom (age undisclosed):

Me: Stop drinking the haterade, Adara.

Adara: I can't. It fulfills my daily requirement of awesome.

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Me: Can't hear you? I then turn the music down.

Javier: Yeah, I'm surprised you can hear anything.

Adara: What with the eeeeevil radiating from your skull.

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Javier: Do or do not, there is no try. I would rather do not.

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Adara and Javier make rude gestures at each other.

Javier: YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK. GOODBYE.

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Javier: Here, Rusty, I hope this pillow falls on you. drops pillow

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Me: We cannot cut your hair in the kitchen if there are people eating in the kitchen.
Javier: Also, I have to pee.
Mom: Good to know. Thanks.

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Adara: I HATE YOU.

Me: ...?

Adara: YOU GOT THAT SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD. And I don't even know the lyrics!

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Javier: My nose feels funny. I think I have to sneeze. I should probably turn away from the tea and the ice cream and the Coke and the lemonade.

turns around

...

turns back around

Javier: Nope. Guess I don't have to.

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Ohhhh, crazy r us.

Comments

[viridian.livejournal.com]

HA. I love that song.

[erika]

Have you heard the remixed version?

[nightingayle.livejournal.com]

Bwahahaha! You guys are mad funny.

[erika]

I like to think so. It's a subtle, cutting humor, which has a tendency to make my older brother's girlfriends go "bwah?" (He picks them for looks, I think.)

[silent-lorelei.livejournal.com]

Ha. I should totally tell John to stop drinking the Haterade.

[erika]

Yes! It is a multifaceted phrase, and one which should be in mass production immediately.