“Call that guy at the Guinness book of world records!”


Me, “it’s probably a good idea to get those balls down before they hurt our hoop.”
Son 1, “We are trying to figure out how to call THAT GUY from the Guinness Book of World Records.”
Me, (with a hint of sarcasm) “I am just happy you didn’t put your energy towards, say hotdogs (eating for a record).”
Boy 2, “That would look so funny to have all those hotdogs shoved up in the basketball hoop.”
Boy 3, “(giggles like Beavis and Butthead)”
Not naming them in case they ever decide to…say run for public office or ask a girl to a dance.

They had “The Guinness Book of World Records” out and a phone and were calling all the numbers in the beginning of the book waiting for him to answer.

I am certain the person who wrote Beavis and Butthead was a mother of little boys. I am also terrified I will have fireworks going off in my room in a trash can in the middle of the night.  Is this what the mothers of those guys on “Jacka$$” went through when those guys were young?  They do make me laugh!

Ok, I am adding this.  I have no idea what I’m doing and am hoping someone can tell me if you can click my FaceBook link and see my page.  Anyone?  Thank you in advance!!!