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Pay Or Pray


Me: *Walks through the front door*
Mama: Let's go eat at Cracker Barrell, I will pay for our food.
Me: Alright, let's go.
*Gets in car, starts to back out*
Me: Okay, so you're paying? (I ask to Confirm)
Mama: No, I said I would Pray for our food.
Me: *Starts driving back to the house.*
Mama: No you right, OK OK, I pay.
She is always scheming to get over on me. LOL

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