Saturday, February 27, 2010

I'm at my parents' place for the weekend. My dad is telling my dog a story about a hotdog and two meatballs trying to get to the moon. They're passing through a forest full of dangerous scouts wanting to eat them, but they manage by hitchhiking with vegetarians. Eventually they reach the promised land, Iran, where noone will ever try to eat them.

I hope my brother has kids some day, my dad would be such an awesome granddad.

2 comments:

Curse said...

Jag tror att jag älskar din pappa.

StigmataHandjob said...

Det gör alla med vett i huvet och lite humor i magen. Det vill säga inte så många. Men alla som räknas.