Speaking of soup
This is an honest-to-God cell phone conversation with my dad, which never fails to make me laugh when I think of it. I can't remember exactly how it was said, but the gist is there.
Dad: Hello?
Me: Um, Dad? Hi, it's me. Listen, I'm on my way to Elliston and there's this big turtle in the road that was hit by a car. He's bleeding a bit and has lost part of his shell. How can I fix it?
Dad: *thinking quietly* ... Well, I know some people make a soup out of it.
Me: *short silence* ... What?! NO! I don't mean fix it to eat, I mean fix it fix it, as in can I tape his shell back together or what?
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Posted by Pardon My French at 10:29 PM
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5 comments:
Kind of gross, but funny! Don't let that roadkill go to waste!
Oh, this is hilarious and turtle soup is fantastic. Sorry, I am southern.
oooooohhhh... I feel so sorry for the turtle because I love turtles!!!
I spit my wine all over the screen in laughter.
poor bebe
My dad would say the same thing to me! Hilarious!
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