Mom: Did they make the Yoo-Hoo?
Me: (pause) Uhhh… who?
Mom: The juice.
Me: What? (pause) First of all, it’s not juice, it’s chocolate milk… and secondly, who are you talking about?
Mom: The Juice!!
Me: (long pause) Oh my god… the Jews??
Me: Wow… ok, too far… and why…
Bill Murray. National treasure.
(Mom walks into the living room spraying air freshener)
Mom: Did you farting again?
Me: It’s these boiled eggs.
(continues to spray)
Mom: You sure??
Mom: Whatever. (pause) Is that… an injury jolly?
Me: (pause) Yes, that’s Angelina Jolie.
Mom: What moobie is this?
Me: (sigh) Salt!
Mom: You go get it!
Me: (sigh) No, the movie is called Salt.
Mom: (pause) Ok lazy boy… I go get it for you, ok?
Me: (deep sigh)
Then I’ll Handel this till he gets Bach…
That actually does look like him.
If you thought scissors were hard to spell, try drawing a pair.