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Monday, December 25, 2006

It was Christmas eve yesterday. My dad received this text message from his friend at about 5:00pm. He wanted me to read it for him because he's too lazy to get his glasses and read it himself.

So now you know where I got my lazy genes from.

Anyway, so I read it, out loud.

Quantity called me and told you not to call him tonight. He would declare war if you do so. His christmas message is be faithful to your wife.

Now I'm contemplating on whether I should send this text message to Quantity's daughter.

I heard its pretty cold in New Zealand right now.
Your mom and dad had sex yesterday.
Merry Christmas!!

From
Sheila 'Your- parents- are- sick' Azlyn

PS: Quantity is my dad's friend Tommy who lives in New Zealand with his wife and three kids. Because of their terrible accents I still don't know his kids name.

I preached @ 12:53 AM

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