Conversation with TBF

TBF: “What I DO need, however, is an arrow to put through your son’s head.”

I kid you not.
TBF said that!
Run boy run!
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OK – so there’s actually a reason for the above comment. *LMAO* TBF is working on his senior project, and one image involves the movie Thirteen Ghosts and the black zodiac. He couldn’t find a picture of a “sullen, angry sad looking boy” to use for the First Born Son – and The Boy posed for a couple pictures…

and he manipulated the hell outa’em to use him for the project. The boy wasn’t sure he could recreate his “mad face” without getting mad, so I told him he wasn’t going back to his friends house after all, and wouldn’t until he did 50 math problems.

Tada. angry, unamused boy. I just grinned after the picture and winked “and that, m’boy, is what they call ACTING!”

As of yet I havent’ seen the final result, but I know TBF’s talents well – I’m sure it’s suitably disgusting and dead ghost like. *L*

The Firstborn son has an arrow through his head. and while I’ve been being the good best friend and braving popup hells and fat chic porn sites to search out appropriate images for him for the past several hours – he points out that “that one should work” and then the above comment….

Which was just TOO rich not to post all by itself while we are absolutely ROLLING around laughing about how HORRIBLE that sounds. *LMAO*

So. Ahem.
there ya go.
Late night with TBF.
Gotta love it. *grin*