In honor of Mother's Day: Memorable quotes/conversations with my mom.
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Random quotes:
"Jesus wants us to love each other and help each other and not pay too much attention to the rest, because a lot of the Bible is just, y'know, stuff."
"Praise Jesus and pass the prozac."
"The only thing worse than clown sex would be mime sex."
"I'm not voting unless it's for 'neither of the above'. Or Gumby. Gumby is neither of the above."
"I just had an epiphany! Ooh, I just had another one! I'm either having epiphanies or small strokes. Either way, I'm seeing pretty flashes of light."
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Mom: I'm glad I don't have eye stalks.
Me: What?
Mom: Well, just imagine if your eyes were on stalks like an alien, instead of in your head. I'd be very depressed.
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Me: We can't have the cake with the wine. Wine doesn't compliment chocolate.
Mom: Yes, it does! *holds up cake and makes it talk in squeaky voice to wine* Hi there! You look great! You're so full-bodied! I love you!
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Mom: I don't wanna go to work.
Me: Don't go to work.
Mom: They don't pay me unless I do.
Me: We will live on gumdrops and candy canes brought to us by the elves.
Mom: Okay, that's one plan. Does my eye look better? (Mom hurt her eye earlier and it turned all red and disgusting.)
Me: Nope.
Mom: Good. I'll act like it's a symptom of something even worse. I'll take some liver in my purse and pretend to throw it up at the meeting. Can you throw up your own liver?
Me: I don't know of any disease that causes both retinal bruising and vomiting internal organs.
Mom: Darn. Well, I do like gumdrops.
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Me: This is stupid. I have to write a story where every sentence starts with the next letter of the alphabet.
Mom: Asshole. Bitch. Cunt. Damn. So on, so on. Zachary had Tourette's.
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Me: Maybe Charlotte would stop whining if we got another cat.
Mom: What? A kitten?
Me: Yeah, a baby for her to play with. Keep her occupied.
Mom: It didn't work for you when I had Erin...
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Erin: That guy had a cute butt.
Mom: That's not what you're supposed to be paying attention to! Baptists do not...they're not....Baptists don't have butts!
Me: Not your best save, mom.
Erin: Well, what do they sit on, then?
Mom: On Jesus.
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Me: I read the other day that supposedly life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond to it.
Mom: *looks around* PLBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT!
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