Whiny Goes Goth

In my earlier post about funny blogs, I forgot one of the people who makes me laugh almost every day. He is my son, Whiny the Elder. He’s off in his own little corner of the blogiverse where none but his friends dare tread. And, being a teenager with more important things to do, he doesn’t post every day. But when he does, he usually has something wickedly funny to say.

Take today, for instance, in which he tells the tale of searching for Magic cards and black nail polish. In the mall. With his sister.

Whiny’s Wonder Pit: Attempts at Malldom

Before entering Rave:
Pepperkat: I doubt they’ll have anything black there, it’s all too colorful.
Whiny: I don’t think Rave is a store, it’s just a gallery for people on ecstasy.

After exiting Rave:
Whiny: Wow, Emily, your skin is still glowing from those fluorescent lights.
Pepperkat: I feel sick…

I’d be worried, if I weren’t laughing so hard.

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5 Responses to Whiny Goes Goth

  1. Ric The Schmuck says:

    Does that make me a friend, or a teenager, or both? I’m still working on him on two fronts… reminding him about the Beatles importance, and trying to get him to watch Pro Wrestling! heh heh heh You’re welcome. 🙂

  2. Annessa says:

    I just read his site, and boy howdy, you’ve got one hilarious son there. Humor must run in the family.

  3. robyn says:

    Heh. I bought some really cute froggie flip-flops at Rave once. But I think the “gallery for people on ecstasy” description is just a wee bit appropriate.

  4. Sunidesus says:

    Reading the whole post was definately worth it. That was hilarious.

  5. I’m glad some of you liked it, but I’ve got one tiny problem…the title “Whiny Goes Goth”.

    The little monkey I carry around in my pocket assures me that I am not going, nor shall I ever go, goth. The nailpolish is simply something I like.

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