Wednesday, November 26, 2008

No Context

Sara: It's times like these that make me regret not properly learning to play my banjo.

Grant: Instead you're staring at hundreds of boxes of Fiddle Faddle, through the windows of the 99cent store.

I was trying to explain my brother Grant to someone last night. I finally settled on "a blustery victorian gentlemen." But with a mild case of Tourettes. Grant always manages to say something completely inappropriate.

Thus far:
"I have to say, I'd really like to snack on Will Smith."

"Eden, stop crossing yourself in front of churches; it's totally inappropriate. Just kidding, cross yourself all you want."

"This movie will give you your period."

"Breakfast is always better with a handful of santos watching."

"I can almost touch his part!"

"Go get her! He got her. Boom goes the dynamite."

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