John from Cincinnati2007

Cissy Yost:
Did you build that half-pipe?

Butchie Yost:
No, Mom. You did.

Cissy Yost:
[screaming and crying] And what you did was blow smoke into the phone! Yeah Ma, be right there Ma, sorry I couldn't help Ma! I didn't even tell Shaunie you were coming over because I knew what the odds were. Where's my Dad, Grams, where's my Dad? Now you want him to break his neck.