Worst… Party… Ever…

(while attempting to cut nails)

Dad: That’s your hands… Time for your toenails.

RJ: (curls into a ball) I have no feet or hands. I am a boulder!

Dad: … Uhhh… Okay… Then how did you get here?

RJ: In a paper bag — a party bag. Someone left me here.

Waiting for Indiana Jones


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