I just realized something today- my family doesn't communicate in full sentences. Instead, we grunt and mumble, and occasionally shout a few key words. I feel like we're regressing, and millenia from now, as the rest of humanity flits around in flying cars, with porn jacked into my heads, the terribly inbred descendants of my family will still be shuffling around our brick house, grunting out directives to each other, incredibly stunted and hairy. Like today:
Me: *mumble mumble* I BRING BAGS.
Mom: *grunts*
Me: Bags in BIG BAG.
Mom: *grunts*
Me: What?
Mom: If you have time *mumble* put bags AWAY. I need. *grunt* Bathroom.
Me: Okay.
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