An exchange about cannabis.
Jenny: How do you know about that if you didn't even know what 420 meant?
My Mom: My crowd didn't really care about numbers.
It’s a shame you can’t go on College Jeopardy representing The School of Hard Knocks..
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My Mom, in response to my amazing College Jeopardy skills.
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I don’t think blonde people should be allowed to go out in public without supervision.
Further discussion of the Chilean miners, and my sympathetic mother
My Mom: I can't talk about this, it stresses me out.
Me: But I need to work through these emotions! I need to talk to someone about it!
My Mom: So go find a message board!
My Mom: (Watching a documentary about crazy cat people) These people are crazy! Lola is a D-O-G, not a person.
Me: Why are you spelling it?
My Mom: I don't want to hurt her feelings
She was never too good at the comforting.
Me: I wonder how long the incision is
My Mom: Really long.
Me: Do you think I'll have a scar?
My Mom: Oh yeah, you're gonna have a big scar. A really big, nasty, scar.
