My dad's got the habit of picking up a 5lb bag of bacon from the butcher's every Friday, whether they need it or not. Because it's a bargain. Weekends are spent farming rashers out to the rest of the family. He called on my brother...
"Do you want any bacon?""Yes please.""How much do you want?""How many can I have?""How many do you want?""Can I have twenty-seven?""Can I talk to somebody sensible?"
The brother turned and shouted to the small girl niece.
"Come out here, your grand-dad wants to talk to you."
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I needed a chuckle this morning...
ok, that has to be the funniest thing i've read today! thank you, sugarpie! xoxoxoox
May I have 13 and a half?
May I have enough for three sandwiches... and can somebody please make them for me.
Sx
I don't think 27 is metric, he'd have been ok if he'd asked for a metre
Ah, that's what families are for!
I know someone who can't resist three for two, and it's usually stuff best avoided so to save money one is eating 1/3 more of an unhealthy food. Drives me dotty!
If your Dad's delivering to Scarlet an he come with a few for me too please?
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