Tuesday, November 03, 2015


So. Should I start writing jokes?

'Here in the South...never let your buddies or male acquaintances know your mom's name or they'll do never-ending dirty jokes about her. Mitch, one of my high school pals, had to endure that constantly. This one guy would torture him endlessly with it. One day he had to listen to this dude trash talk about what a fine time he was going to have with Mitch's mama that night. Finally, Mitch had had enough. So he turned to the guy and said, "Dad! Would you please cut it out?!" And this two-liner: "I had a problem with gambling so they sent me to a 12-step program. Now I'm addicted to 12-step programs."

I blame my parents.

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