Dad: What Do You Want For Your Birthday?
Me: A Car.
Dad: But It Will Be Rusty Before You Get To Drive It.
Me: Okay Then How About A Car, Some Fake ID And A Driving
Lisence?
Dad: No Chance.
Me: How About A Gun?
Dad: Why Do You Want A Gun?
Me: So I Can Shoot People.
Dad: Then You'd Go To Prison.
Me: So Prison Sounds Fun.
Dad:
Stepmum:
Brother:
Gale:
Bob The Builder:
Peppa Pig:
The Queen:
