Me: (into phone) Hey mum. What are you doing?
Mum: Booking a flight to England. My life insurance pays for emergency international flights.
Me: Wait. What? Are you planning on dying?
Mum: Yes. I’m dying to marry Jimmy Page.
Me: (hang up phone).
Me: (into phone) Hey mum. What are you doing?
Mum: Booking a flight to England. My life insurance pays for emergency international flights.
Me: Wait. What? Are you planning on dying?
Mum: Yes. I’m dying to marry Jimmy Page.
Me: (hang up phone).
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i’m telling you…at least your mom is a funny witty drunk…