Austin
made mention of how cold it was and I told him it was always balmy in
his room because he runs this little space heater non-stop.
Austin: But it's always cold in here.
Me: It's your cold heart.
Austin, as I'm leaving his room: Aren't you going to ask where I keep my cold heart?
Me, hanging back.
Austin: In my ice chest.
SMH.
Austin: But it's always cold in here.
Me: It's your cold heart.
Austin, as I'm leaving his room: Aren't you going to ask where I keep my cold heart?
Me, hanging back.
Austin: In my ice chest.
SMH.
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