Ashlinn is mopping the floor and I’m doing the dishes.
“It smells like God’s bathroom in here” I said.
“God doesn’t have a bathroom” she says.
“God has to poop somewhere.”
“God doesn’t poop.”
“Oh yeah? How do you explain Massachusetts!!!!”
ZIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!
You better be nice,christmas is coming…
Excuse me?!