The title is weird... Yes I know. Don't go thinking I kill innocent little pigs; that is definitely not the case. In fact, the part in Sherlocke Holmes, when their at the place that slices the dead pigs in half... *shiver* ugh! that part makes me feel sick inside.
My only intention is to relate a conversation that took place last night between Adam and my mom. It goes like so:
My mom walked into the theater room and interrupts Taken, the movie we were watching (btw, thanks Hopper, for leaving that at my house. Don't worry, I took it back to Redbox for you).
Adam: Get Out.
Mom: Make me!
Adam: I don't make trash, I burn it.
Mom: I don't make pigs, I butcher them!
All of us instantly burst out laughing. My family is hilarious - or maybe just insane.... Haha
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