Mom: *handing me armfuls of empty boxes* hey take these boxes to the trash for me and break them down, kay? They were cluttering up the hall next to your brothers room. And tell him that I took all the stuff out and put them on his dresser.
Me: *parades down the hall with armfuls of empty yet full looking boxes* "ISNT /FREE/ STUFF GREAT?? LOOK WHO GOT ALL THIS /FREE STUFF/ THAT WAS JUST SITTING IN THE HALL. I SURE DO LOVE ME SOME /FREE STUFF/."










