My conversation with my dad:
Me: Yom Spooders. They licc the spooder
Dad: What?
Me: Yom spooders. They licc the spooder.
Dad: I don't care bout licking spooders. Spooders smell like poop. For all i care the spooders can go rot in a hole.
Me: Yer a disgrace to the spooders. *walks away*
AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!
Me: Yom Spooders. They licc the spooder
Dad: What?
Me: Yom spooders. They licc the spooder.
Dad: I don't care bout licking spooders. Spooders smell like poop. For all i care the spooders can go rot in a hole.
Me: Yer a disgrace to the spooders. *walks away*
AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!
The patience in Death is embodied in its willingness to wait for us all