Feb 08, 2005 19:07
My father is watching the 2004 ALCS all over again. Every five minutes or so he yells: “I can’t believe I didn’t have a heart attack the first time I watched this.”
Charles, Laura and I had a pizza party on Saturday and then drove to Cambridge to see a play called “The Last Porn Shop in Manhattan.” When the play was over Laura turned to me and said: “It’s over? I don’t get it.”
Walking into work on Sunday, I hear over the loudspeaker:
“Lauren, how is your HEAD this morning.” It’s my manager.
“I’M NOT HUNG OVER!” I yell.
One of my coworkers, seeing this foolishness asks: “Did you come in hung over last week?”
After thinking for a second, I reply: “No, he’s just commenting on my general lifestyle.”
Starting a sentence with “My MOM said” makes it much much funnier.