tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344008.post7471504327350592762..comments2009-11-20T09:49:22.233-08:00Barry Rideshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16234698071695032119noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344008.post-54392268438021535592009-11-20T09:49:22.233-08:002009-11-20T09:49:22.233-08:00Jake,<br /><br />When I killed my brother Billy, Barry&#39;s father, I still made it a priority to keep in touch with him. In fact, I spoke with Billy yesterday.<br /><br />Aunt Ruthie: Cancer&#39;s back.<br /><br />Billy: For real? There is a God!!!<br /><br />Aunt Ruthie: What?<br /><br />Billy: I mean, I hope you make a full recovery.<br /><br />Aunt Ruthie: It&#39;s in my tits.<br /><br />Billy: Even better.<br /><br />Aunt Ruthie: What?!<br /><br />Billy: Um, you know, I . . . you&#39;ll be fine.<br /><br />Aunt Ruthie: You think?<br /><br />Billy: No. But I figured I&#39;d say something nice. Also, could you get me a new outfit? The one I&#39;m wearing is really old.Aunt Ruthienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344008.post-10484722583048914512009-11-19T18:43:40.513-08:002009-11-19T18:43:40.513-08:00fucking awesomeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344008.post-57864299946243484452009-11-19T18:28:44.263-08:002009-11-19T18:28:44.263-08:00I&#39;m calling bullshit. Honestly, I haven&#39;t heard your dad say any of those things in a couple years...Jakenoreply@blogger.com