Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Untitled #463
This is how much my Grandmother loves me. I will come back home from work and she will be into the last ten minutes of her movie. She will spend five of those last ten minutes trying to catch me up on the plot so I enjoy it as much as she is. I generally don't care and think the movie is a piece of shit. But I would never tell her that.
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Oh, wait... I turned on the light and it turned out to not be my Grandmother. It was some strange east Indian girl I didn't know shaking in terror looking at me like I was attacking her. Sorry for the mix up.
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