So anyway, I just thought that the desert air would be good for your mom's asthma.
But Dad, Mom doesn't have asthma.
Uhh...Well, there WAS that little thing with the church. Those religious folk don't take kindly to after-hours partying in the house of God.
But she had the Hell's Angels clean up the next morning. And she even donated to their missionary fund.
Yeah, I know. But she was looking at some jail time, until she showed the judge her gluteal Bill of Rights tattoo.
Mom's always been so patriotic. That one got me an "A" when I brought her to sixth grade show 'n tell. Mr. Green still calls her once in a while, doesn't he?
Wow, thank you. I will always cherish the memory of you in your underwear.
Yeah well, I hope my brief venture into softcore smut appeased all the freaks out there. Can't sell coffee mugs and calendars without a strong fan base.
Now, could you see about writing us out of here?
I'll get "write" on it! Ha ha! Get it? "Write" instead of "right?"
You've been down here alone for a long time, haven't you?
Actually, after a while, time becomes sort of an imaginary concept. Kind of like my life. I would like to see the sun again before I die. And play a few good games of Pong.
What? What happened? I told you to stay here and wait for me. Did you wander off into the stuffed animal section, like you did at Sears? Do you want us to get kicked out?
Oh no. I met a wonderful girl. I don't think I'll ever be the same again. She showed me so much.
I'll bet she did. Well, well. So my little brother is now a man. Wait until I tell Dad.
Oh, I already called him. But he didn't believe me.
Wait. You had time to meet a girl, do the wild thing, AND call Dad? Bro, I was only gone five minutes!