My sister in-law, Diva, took Baby Cakes to her seventh grader's basketball game. The local police showed up at the game, looking for the hooligan that called 911 from the gymnasium pay-phone. Who could it have been? The officers combed the crowd looking for the suspect. Now in custody: a 22 month-old and his embarrassed auntie.
Heh heh. Hilarious.
Obviously, they aren't really in custody. But it's still funny.
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22 month old, you mean a year old that hasn't reached his 2. He's a year old. I hate when they do that. If he ain't a year, it's ok to go by months. Maybe I'll start saying I'm 432 months old. How do you know he's 22 month old? I smell accomplice.
So when we gonna string the little ne'er do well up?
Oh, he's been taken care of.
And sorrrrrr-yyyyyy (!) if it's just easier to say 22 months than almost two years old!
that is too funny!! giggle, giggle!
Just wait 'til he calls Tin Fish for a delivery!!!Should happen soon,I gave him the number..........
As long as he gets enough for me, too, I have no bones with that.
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