An Evening With The Pilafs
Jeff: Where are the kids?
Sandra: Why? You are watching the Sabres game AGAIN!
J: I just want to be a responsible parent, are they okay, oh wait I hear Zach... hide.
S: You just gave your daughter to your parents at the Red Apple Drop Off Spot! My glass is empty.
J: My dad can't drive anymore, that's probably not safe. I'll get you another one.
S: I told her to sit in the middle and use all three seat belts. No ice.
J: Crap, freakin' Sabres... nobody's watching him in front. I have a lot of hair on my big toe.
S: Hello! How many times does the dog need to whack the back door? Let him out! My glass is empty.
J: Zach!!! Let the dog out!!! Hold on I'll get ya anutter one... should I shave my big toe hair.. it'll probably come in thicker though.
S: Keep your socks on...your feet are gross...almost as gross as the other Rice boys! No ice.
J: I know, I know. Sheesh. What are we doing this weekend? Man, that's a lot of hair. It's freakin' me out. Do you think I can throw my voice and make it talk?
S: Alright! Alright! Put the game back on and get this guy off the TV!
J: Mr Bean is classic comedy... whatever.
S: If that is Mr. Bean, then I am Pamela Anderson (minus the Hep3).
J: Sweet! Will you call me???
S: Not with that toe!
J: I'm just saying that's a lot of hair.
