I walked in on Floyd sleeping like this.
I started cracking up because I thought he looked like he was hung over.
And then we proceeded to have this conversation:
Mama: Floyd, are you okay?
Floyd: Uhhhhh, no, Mama I'm not.
Mama: Well what's the problem, Floyd?
Floyd: My friends made me drink too much last night and I don't reel good
Mama: Floyd. Archibald. (Floyd's initials are F.A.T) You know better!
Floyd: I know, Mama but rhey had rhese delicious shots of peanut butter. And I think I had too many.... Can you bring me some water and tylenol??
Sigh...teenagers...
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