Somewhere at the Parker’s annual family Fourth of July picnic…
Boy: “Dammit Iris, could we please get through just one family event without an argument?”
Girl: “Well, frankly, it’s all your fault Steve. If you had just let me pick out our outfits instead of insisting we wear these matching, fabric nightmares that your Aunt Edna made for us, I wouldn’t be in a bad mood.”
Boy: “Hey, she put a lot of time and effort into these ensembles!”
Girl: “Time and effort? We look like we’re wearing the entire Fourth of July aisle at Wal-Mart! Hell, she probably got the fabric for this crap from the clearance rack last year!”
Boy: “Well, there’s nothing wrong with be thrifty.”
Girl: “I am soooo divorcing you when we get home.”
HAPPY KICKING ENGLAND’S ASS DAY AMERICA!!