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Random Conversations I heard This Week

Over the past week, I have heard some funny conversations and sense I'm about all things funny and hilarious thought I'd share a few.

My phone rings, it's my cousin, I say Hello, then I hear " I love you man, thank you babe!" then I hear my cousin say " I love you man...". My cousin, showing God's love, had just bought a homeless man dinner.

My 10 yr. old daughter and I in my hubby's compact car, not my SUV on the way to the store, we pull into the parking lot of the store my daughter says " momma...that car looks an awful lot like daddy's car" I say "ELAINE!!!! WE ARE... IN DADDDY'S CAR!!!"
I have no words, just suffice it to say I'm scared!!!

My 5 yr. old crying, running down the stairs, I say what happened?! what's wrong?! my 5 yr. old says "ETHAN GAVE ME A TEXAS WEDGIE!!!"
What is a Texas wedgie???!!! I have no Idea!!
He then runs over and hits his brother and says "NOW PULL IT OUT YOU BIG BABY!!!"

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