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Ah, my crazy parents
"Hi, son! We're going to your uncle's ranch for Christmas this year, except he's turned his spare room into an herb garden, and his motor home's not really big enough for more than us two, so if your friends have plans for Christmas holidays, we're okay with them!"
Well. Not like I *like* going to Crazy Uncle Naze's for the holidays, but man, I hate it when my parents actually beat me to the punch when it comes to avoiding family gatherings. So I suppose my stuff's going under the tree here this year. Whee.
Well. Not like I *like* going to Crazy Uncle Naze's for the holidays, but man, I hate it when my parents actually beat me to the punch when it comes to avoiding family gatherings. So I suppose my stuff's going under the tree here this year. Whee.
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Ah yes, primative man ever was concerned about finding a proper substance to repell mind-control lasers. (Though with you in the family it does seem rather an obvious concern.)