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so i go downstairs to get some breakfast, and my moms cleaning.
i say to her:
me: mom guess what?
mom: what?
me: james brown died this morning
mom: drug overdose?
me: no, pneumonia.
mom: oh. well, werent they getting a divorce anyway?
me: mom, who are you talking about?
mom: wasnt he married to whitney houston?
me: no mom, thats BOBBY brown, not james brown. james brown was like 73.
mom: oh. thats too bad.
i love my mother. she drives me crazy, but shes all i have.
i say to her:
me: mom guess what?
mom: what?
me: james brown died this morning
mom: drug overdose?
me: no, pneumonia.
mom: oh. well, werent they getting a divorce anyway?
me: mom, who are you talking about?
mom: wasnt he married to whitney houston?
me: no mom, thats BOBBY brown, not james brown. james brown was like 73.
mom: oh. thats too bad.
i love my mother. she drives me crazy, but shes all i have.