(Paraphrased, b/c I wasn’t there, but it’s close to what was said. My parents were stuck on a plane that had been sitting on the runway for awhile)
Mom: What are you doing, Dave?
Dad: Reading the paper.
Mom: Did you just call me a dirty whore?!
I love my mom.
My son goes to church with his mom. One Sunday when he was five, he apparently learned about baptism. He told me that he didn’t want to get baptized. I asked him why, expecting maybe the begninnings of freethinking in the young tot. He said he was scared to. I asked him why. He told me that in Sunday School, his teacher was telling them about baptism and told him that when a person got baptized, all their skins were washed away.
I just opened IMHO and saw “New Great Hand Job: Having Trouble Closing.”
What the?!
Oh, it’s “New Grad Job Hunt: Having trouble closing.”
You can probably guess where my subconscious spends most of its time.