I call Ling from work. Luke answers the phone.

“Hi, Daddy”

“Hi Luke, where are you?”

“Sydney” (total lie)

“Sydney?!”

“yeah!”

“How’d you get there?”

“Flew”

“Flew on what?!”

“Fighter jet.”

“Wow. Is mom with you or in Singapore?”

“Sydney”

“How’d she get there?”

“Fighter jet also.”

“Can I come to Sydney?”

“Yes.”

“How am I supposed to get there?”

“Drive.”

“Drive?! If I try to drive, I will sink in the ocean.”

“Ha Ha Ha. Yes. Bye.” <click>

3 Responses to “My son, the bullshitter”
  1. Like father, like son. Looks like some of your behaviors are beginning to come back and bite you in the ass. llol

  2. Your Nemisis says:

    Liar~Lawyer~POLITICIAN…????

  3. glad to know he has some smartass slaterishness in him.

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