from the front seat, while driving children home from school
my five year old, dainty, blonde-haired pink-clad Miss Diva: "MixMan!! Pull my finger!!" with the usual result and great belly laughs ensuing.
in the break room at work
the blow-sunshine-up-your-ass new assistant manager of our ED, speaking to one of the docs:
"hell, no, I'm not having any more children. I just inherited 37 of them when I got this job."
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