It's 12:24. Crap, I have to run to the cafeteria or I'll miss brunch. I fling myself from bed, yawning. I shuffle to brunch, still in yesterday's outfit, yawning. I greet my friends, already in the dining hall, still yawning.
Joan greets me back. "Kevin, we were just planning how we're going to put my Mom in a home and kill your grandparents."
My mouth falls open. This time, though, it's not a yawn.
2005-09-24
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ohhhh helll no they aren't killing g, g, g and n
Alison, Grampy says don't swear.
i don't know a grampy. i only know a grampie and he says its ok b/c he doesn't want to be killed.
Don't fret: this is just an example of how not being privvy to an inside joke can scare the crap out of you when you join in the middle.
No grandparents were harmed during the completion of brunch.
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