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me, to boychild: yo mamma so sweet, I'd marry her all over. boychild: [eyeroll]
Me: wind is god, farting. Boychild: no, it's god sighing at that joke.
wonderwife, in spite of all her sophistication, is not beyond the occasional pun. earlier today: I left my harp in Sam Clam's disco.
Me: how was the dance. Boychild: fun, because there were no parents to tell us how cute we are.
Hey, you taxonomy bigots, what if a spider wants to self-identify as an insect?
the crappiest song you've ever heard: someone thought it was worth rehearsing (and, probably, depending on where you heard it recording).
The Winter Olympics are teaching me that I can't tell the difference between a 16- and a 26-year-old.