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Backstory: My mother emails me often to ask questions that can easily be answered by going to Google.
Well fine! If you never want to help me ever again with anything then just tell me! Maybe GOOGLE put diapers on you and stayed up all night to make sure you were breathing!
mom: where are the rub n tug places here in london
me: i have no idea lol
mom: oh, i thought you knew. can you google
Mom: Bald…tattoos? What?????
Me: Relax. He likes to express his individuality.
He talked me into getting one too. On my a**.
Mom: You know those tattoos have a way of expanding, or elongating or
whatever the case may be!!!
Me: Why are you re-reading the email I sent you on Monday?
Mom: I am rereading it to see if I see any more “clues” as to this person’s
identity!??!!!
Me: Why, you gonna Google him???
Mom: If I knew how to google I would google.
Have you ever googled yourself??? I googled “Your Name” and “Fantasy Baseball” and your articles and analyses are all over the freaking internet! When do you have time to write papers for school???
Mom
