On my way to the drugstore to purchase some junk food, I over heard this loud exchange between a couple of the bratty kids (probably aged 9 and 11) who live around the corner:
Boy: Maria!
Girl: Whah?
Boy: I know why I smell poop!
Girl: Whuh?
Boy: I know why I smell poop!
Girl: Why?
Boy: Because I got it across my hand! (raises left hand
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