a conversation I had with
with my husband this evening.
ME: So what time do you have to go in tomorrow?
HIM: Baca..
ME: what the hell does that mean?
HIM: It's land of the lost talk
ME: oh...
the end
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7 comments:
My brain just cramped trying to figure this out.
Sorry. don't get it.
We say that all the time over here, as in Baca' Nine.
Casual Sleestak rules!
LMAO!
Well, sorry, but I still don't get it..
And I don't think Teri does either. She's just trying to look "cool".
it makes no sense
that's why it's funny..
you dig?
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