MOM: So the, what's it called? Turtle? No, tortoise. The tortoise floats around space?

ME: What? What are you talking about?

MOM: This tortoise. It floats in space?

ME: There's a tortoise in space??? What ( Read more... )

Here is a convo I just had with my mom via text message. She's at her favorite bar, this little hole in the wall place in midtown where she's friendly with the owners/staff:

MOM: Ok, so some punk rocker walked in and everyone is going nuts. Have no clue who he is, something daddy? All in gold and tacky ( Read more... )