Trees
Kid (in modern time): Mom I'm bored. Road trips are boring.
Mom: Well, you can count the trees.
Kid: Ok.
Kid: Tree, tree, tree, dinosaur, tree, OH MY GOD IT'S A FREAKING DINOSAUR!!! MOM, PULL THE CAR OVER! PULL IT OVER!
Mom: John, don't mess wi- HOLY S*** IT IS A DINOSAUR!!! *car swerves and crashes into time machine.*
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