Dad: So, I'm going to move this and put that there.
Mom: Okay, can you move the table there so Chelsea can put her ghetto blaster on it?
Me: My what?
Mom: Your ghetto blaster.
Dad: Gini, you're not being PC. It would be called a 'cultural blaster' now. Or maybe a crank box. But I think crank might be a drug, so that wouldn't be appropriate, either.
Me: What are you talking about?
Mom: Your radio.
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Ha. I just love your family. That is so hilarious, I sat here laughing at my computer. :)
Now thats funny! I totally use the term ghetto blaster to be funny! Love it!
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