Sep
24
2009
Never Speak Its Name
(at the dinner table)
RJ: I’m drinking fly blood. Arrgggllugluglugluglugllugl. (starts gargling milk)
Dad & Mum: RJ! Stop that! No gargling at the dinner table!
RJ: (craftily) I love drinking fly blood. I’m a spider. (starts making motions to begin gargling again)
Dad: Watch it spider, or I’ll turn your fly blood into… moo juice.
RJ: (angry, yelling) THERE IS NO SUCH THING! THERE IS NO MOO JUICE!
More fly blood please!
