darkslider
28th May 2005, 08:48 AM
Today, one of the best come-backs/jokes of all time occured. Sadly, it was completely wasted.
Let me give a little background. Two very close friends and I have, what we feel is, our responsibility to help people out. We do so by taking them under our wings, as it were, and teaching them how to find the path to enlightenment.
As a matter of humor. . . we have classified ourselves as a cult. "The Church of Is" to be specific.
Anywho, I was visiting my TBM mother (with whom I have no semblance of a relationship) and my Never-Mo grandfather (who is here in Utah for my younger sister's graduation).
As I was explaining what Keene, Mav and I do, I made the comment that we call ourselves a cult.
My mother, with her "razor-sharp wit" threw down.
Me: So, we have decided we are a cult.
Her: Well, stay away from those purple headcloths like that cult in California.
Me: As opposed to green aprons like the cult that meets in the Temple?
The sound of it whooshing over her head gave me a migraine.
Let me give a little background. Two very close friends and I have, what we feel is, our responsibility to help people out. We do so by taking them under our wings, as it were, and teaching them how to find the path to enlightenment.
As a matter of humor. . . we have classified ourselves as a cult. "The Church of Is" to be specific.
Anywho, I was visiting my TBM mother (with whom I have no semblance of a relationship) and my Never-Mo grandfather (who is here in Utah for my younger sister's graduation).
As I was explaining what Keene, Mav and I do, I made the comment that we call ourselves a cult.
My mother, with her "razor-sharp wit" threw down.
Me: So, we have decided we are a cult.
Her: Well, stay away from those purple headcloths like that cult in California.
Me: As opposed to green aprons like the cult that meets in the Temple?
The sound of it whooshing over her head gave me a migraine.