dead puppies and bread boxes

i was on the phone with my mom, who just had dental surgery and can't laugh, and were talking about Bush. everytime i would make her laugh, i'd yell out, "dead puppies! dead puppies! you're a bad person for laughing at dead puppies," to get her to stop before busting a stitch. really? what kind of sick fuck laughs at dead puppies? apparently, we are. that didn't exactly work, since the process of yelling out "dead puppies" is funny in and of itself.

i was telling her that i've decided that Geroge Bush is the Carl Sagan of federal deficits, with billions and billions of dollars in the red.

to which she jokingly replied, "do you understand the concept of a billion? well, it's bigger than a bread box."

dead puppies! dead puppies!