"He'll sit there and go, Dipsy... Po... Dipsy... Po. I honestly don't think he knows colors. Just Teletubbies."


My Madre Can Totally Beat Up Your Madre

Me: The Budget is a stupid arsehead theater!
Madre: Why?
Me: The dip I just spent half an hour getting through to announced that they won't have their schedules for tomorrow until eight o'clock tonight, because, you know, they plan ahead so well.
Madre: Whoa, what? Did you just call the guy a "dick"?
Me: No! A dip! With a p! As in penguin or poop!
Madre: [laughing] It would have been funnier if you said "dick."


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