Mom: Dill bread. Me: So, do you have yeast on your dill dough Mom: Get out.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The baby, because he's a little Bigger.
A Quarter Pounder with cheese! Yum Yum
They're both inbred.
You need dill dough.
Dill dough
Daughter: Looking at peckers. M: WHAT ! D: Science project on chickens. M: Oh. D: You walked RIGHT into that.
Papa would say, "I'M MINDING MY OWN DAMN BUSINESS." Best advice ever.
Dill dough.