Last night Stan's seven year-old nephew called our house to talk to Grandma. He was proud of the hilarious joke he made up and couldn't wait to tell it to her.
This is the joke:
Hey Grandma, why do pigs have tits?
... Because they're tittyheads! [Hysterical laughter ensues]
We're talking to each other in our best "possessed" voices.
I say something scary and, um, possessed-sounding.
Stan says, "(something unintelligible)."
Me: What?
Stan: What?
Me: What did you just say scary and possessed?
Stan: I said, "Hey Jesus, why ya gotta keep buggin' me?"
Me (singing): Where'd you get that nipple on your butt from?
Stan (also singing): From the backyard of my solitude.
Me: Oh.
