You don’t phone. You don’t write.
Ha Ha. Just kidding.
Move out of the house.
So this is where you spend all your time. The crumbs in this keyboard! No wonder we have rats.
They aren’t squirrels. They’re roof rats. Google it.
Hello, everybody. I’m glad to meet you.
To the shiksha who my son has been hanging out with online: Invite him over. If you live at home like he does, that’s ok. He can sleep on the couch. Don’t feed him pork. Have some protection handy, although to tell you the truth, I don’t think he knows much about that side of life yet.
To the boys who my son plays games with online: If the shiksha don’t invite him over, you invite him over. He can sleep on the floor.
Who do I have to screw to get this kid a job?
Son, if you don’t go down and apply at Carl’s Junior this afternoon, you’re dead to me, although I will keep doing your laundry and ironing, including your sheets and underwear.