After School Conversations

Headed down 64 Highway, with two teenagers in my ear, it sounds a little something like this after school and work...

Music blaring...Kesha...Tik Tok
MM: Love my new shoes (they are propped on my dash)
Me: my dash is not the place for your crusty feet, please remove them
TBug: I have concert in May we have to wear blue jeans and black pants
MM: OMGosh I love Kevin
Tbug: OMGosh we don't care if you love Kevin I need blue jeans and black pants
MM: I have squeeky feet, bahahahahahah
Tbug:I farted did you hear that I FARTED OMGosh it stinks
ME: roll down the windows NOW
MM: Yep my boobs are still there and they are squishy
ME: ?@#$%?
Me to Taylor: why do you need two pairs of pants
Tbug: Huh?
Me: You said I need blue jeans and black pants.
Tbug:Oh...a shirt and blue jeans
MM: I like my new bra, Dianne's boobs were double d's, wow that was big
Tbug:Um....pizza
MM: Do you think Dianna would txt me back?
Tbug: Im txting someone or something
Me: (to myself) I can't hear myself think
**then I get slapped on the shoulder by Mary Margaret and she says STOP IT**
ME: what was that for?
MM: bawahwawhwawhwahwhahaaaaaa
ME: Seriously? why did you hit me?
MM: Taylor slapped my hand down from the seat, making me hit you and I told her to stop it.
Tbug: Can we have pizza tonight?

This conversation was non-stop. No breath was taken. No child was hurt. The adult suffered severe brain damage causing her to not cook dinner or pizza. The people of her household was FORCED to use the microwave.

Dude...that's how we roll