Scotti wrote:Here's a Mama story for ya Dude's
Scotti, your mom sounds amazing. The kind of person you'd always remember with a smile.
My mom's a very quick-witted woman, and with two very kooky and mouthy kids she had to learn very early on to have an answer ready. We never had curfews - she trusted us to do the right thing and almost never checked up on us. One night my brother came in very very late (or early, depending on whether you were sleep or not) and the next morning, over cereal, she very casually asked him what he'd been up to. Now my brother is as dry as they get, and one of the funniest people I know. Chewing his cereal thoughtfully he said "Well, mom, I stole a car, ran over a pensioner, shot up heroin and then sacrificed a baby." Sighing, she shook her head at him and said "My boy, I'm disappointed. Do you really
have to do drugs?"
She's a lovely woman.
So I'll end off with a joke too:
Two lesbians are out playing golf. They tee off: one drive goes to the right, and one drive goes to the left.
One of them finds her ball in a patch of buttercups. She grabs a club and takes a mighty swing at the ball. She hits a beautiful second shot, but in the process hacks the hell out of the buttercups.
Suddenly a woman appears out of nowhere. She blocks the golfer's path to her golf bag, looks at her disdainfully, and says:
"I am Mother Nature, and I do not like the way you treated my buttercups. From now on, you won't be able to stand the taste of butter. Each time you eat butter you will become physically ill to the point of total nausea."
Then, POOF, Mother Nature disappears.
Shaken, the woman calls out to her partner, "Hey, where are you?"
"Just getting to my ball!" her partner yells back. "It's over here in the pussy willows."
"WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T HIT THE BALL! DON'T HIT THE BALL!"