Cell Phones.
Dad: We used to keep useless information to ourselves.
Because they lived once
Police: Police. Me:What do u want Police: To talk. Me: How many r u Police: 2 Me: Talk to each other.
M: *stumbles out of pantry with Nutella all over my face* nobody
One turns young people into horrible human beings and the other is jail.
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IPhone. - No, I meant the number. - It's a 6. - No, to contact you. - I don't use it for that.
Cell phones
A con-fession.
A Kong - vict!