Son dies; Mom works a l-i-t-t-l-e too hard to have grandsons

I think I luff you a little more for that.

 

Ew.

 

Mom: "I've got a gal picked out, now all we have to do is wait for Rigor mortis to set in."

 

"Normally I might rule in favor of your wacky request, Mrs. Evans," stated Judge Jack Meoff. "Unfortunately, dying as a result of being punched, at a bar no less; well, that's right there on the short list of disqualifiers."

 

I'm thnakful I'm working alone today, otherwise I'd be interupting everyone with laughter right now.

 

Get knocked down and hit your head on a curb or table or something, it ain't that far-fetched.

 

It's happened twice already this year in my neck of the woods.

 

Not all that different from the brain injury that killed Natasha Richardson, if you think about it.

 

I know you and I aren't even close to being in the same city, but it's happened twice in one year in my home town.

 

This made me laugh. A lot. I'm going to hell.

 

If she implants the son's sperm inside of her, would that be considered incest?

 

I just threw up in my mouth, a little.