Mom: Sam, cut up your chicken.
Me: Why? Whether I do or not, it all goes to the same place.
Mom: That doesn't have anything to do with what I was saying.
It does, you just have to think about it for awhile.
Let the Sam Huff Begin.
the good old days. middle school. falling over in the hallway because we were laughing so hard and me almost getting blamed for it. how i long for those days when we were young.