My sister: Ah, bacon. Glory in pig form.–My older younger brother: (*to me*) You are a very prestigious mongoose.–My older younger brother: When it’s raining buffaloes, you don’t want to go outside.Me: (*chuckling*) Words of wisdom.My older younger brother: In fact, you should probably go to a bomb shelter.*cue me cracking up*
Is it spelled trick... dash... or... trash- *laughs*