Blather Puns

I poked my head in his room, and he was blathering about how he wanted to quit school and be a truck driver.

"I'm gonna get one of those big beautiful Peterbuilts, with all the running lights everywhere. Or maybe a Mack with an extended cab..."

"Better brew him a pot of coffee," I told his mother. "The final is in a half hour, and he's only semi-conscious."

I was blathering on about eyeshadow to my mother and I said that I know way too much about makeup. She says it certainly seems that way.

Dad: "Don't believe a word she says, she's just making it up."

OH, DAD.