Thursday, June 21, 2007

Thug in Training

When I used to have my dive shop, a neighborhood kid used to come in all the time to hang out. He must have been 10 or 11 years old, he had an earring, and had this thug-in-training air about him.

He was a good kid though. He used to help me fill tanks, and just hang out and crack me up. He came in one day, and we had this conversation:

Thug: Hey Beej? Is there beer in root beer?
Beej: You mean, is there alcohol in it?
Thug: Yeah.
Beej: No, there isn't.
Thug: If there's no beer in it, then why is it called root beer.
Beej: I don't know. But then, why is it called shampoo when there's no poo in it.
Thug: Ugh! You're so gross!

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4 Comments:

Blogger Augs Casa said...

Hm, writing that one down for future reference, hope you don't mind??

June 21, 2007 at 9:16 AM  
Blogger Carrie said...

snort!

June 21, 2007 at 11:20 AM  
Blogger The "Mind" said...

LMAO!

June 22, 2007 at 12:49 PM  
Blogger Sassy Momma said...

Tooo funny!!! I never thought about that one!

June 28, 2007 at 9:34 PM  

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