Stepdad: When I die, have me cremated. Then, put my ashes in the compost. Me: Why would we put you in the compost? Stepdad: So you can put it on the vegetables and eat me! Mom: No! I'm not eating you! Not when you're dead anyway. Me: o.o
(Dad and I talking about Princess Bride movie. He thought about the chastity belt.) Dad: I wonder how they went poop with those things on. Let me google it.
Mom: You can't marry a guy with a big butt. Big butts run in our family; We have to breed them down! Me: Mom, there was this thing in the 20s and 30s, you may have heard of it... Eugenics? Mom: I like my breeding program better than Hitler's.
Pretty damn confident we are witnessing the blossoming of a broship that's going to last a very long time.
