Dad: Will you be joining us for dinner?
Me: Depends. What’s for dinner?
Dad: Oh, just some brinjal sabji your Mom has made.
Me: Oh, then I’m definitely not coming home for dinner. I’ll eat and come.
Dad: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah.
I didn’t go home for dinner. Ate some grub somewhere. Dad was already asleep when I did get home.
I just opened the fridge looking for something to munch on. Tonight’s main course was crab.
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that was a big OUCh... lolzzz...
now-a-days, my Papa calls up to tempt me with s wares mom cooks at home, given he distance... u are damn lucky Dude...
hehe
@ The Rat.
Yeah, but in your case, it's different... Here, Dad's giving me major hints. Now I'm afraid what comes next.
@ Pratz.
= )
Look at it positively. You didnt get crabs...
WV: orkspe
just a heads up
@ Maniak.
Horrible, horrible joke. No, wait. Horrible statement.
@ Chusks.
Wadddup! Where you been?
well, I thought I'd drop that 'hint' :P
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