i recently received this email from my parents:
"Hi Leo Bear,
.....for Thanksgiving, Dad and I are thinking we'd come up for Friday night and take you out to dinner. If there's a friend you'd like to bring, let us know.
sending Love (and sharing election excitement)
Mom"
i left out all the unimportant stuff. the point is, i know you all want to come out to dinner with my parents and me so i've decided to hold auditions. each of you will have the opportunity to come to a meal of your choosing with me (at the caf). you will be judged on the following: one, utensil grip and placement; two, conversation; three, dress; and four, ability to convince my parents that they should either, a. let me legally marry max, or b. pay for me to go to martinique directly following exams this spring.
this was entirely pointless. but if you'd like to go out to dinner with me i owuld be happy to judge you on those things.
all the best,
your friend,
l.
1 comment:
I can just picture the dinner conversation.
Mom: Leon will you pass me the potatoes?
Leon: There's something I haven't told you guys
*Max slides his hand onto Leon's They look at each other deep into each others eyes, give a slight nod, and Leon turns to his parents. Horrified, Leon's parents just stare
Leon: Mom, Dad, ... We're getting maried
LOLCAKES
I don't think i could keep a straight face. You need someone else leon
On a more serious (seh-ri-ous) note, I think they're trying to make sure you're not hanging out with the wrong crowd. I say take John
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