Ha! GOTCHA

Last night, B produced/hosted/performed in a comedy show to raise funds for his dog run. He put together an amazing line-up (Joe DeVito, Mick Diflo, Jill Twiss, Robin Fox, Doug Adler, Bernadette Pauley, Josh Homer, and Jim Mendrinos) and the turnout was excellent. (Thanks, AGAIN, to my friends who came out last night!)

The night afforded an additional opportunity to interact with B's mom, whom I've met a couple of times before. She attends most of B's shows...anyway...read below and please note my awesome communication style.

Failed Conversation #1:
mom: are you going to the dog park show?
ridiculous: um, no i don't think so...
mom: why not? what kind of supporter are you?
ridiculous: something partially inaudible but i think along the lines of "a half-ass one" (delivered of course in deadpan fashion then followed by a smirk)
mom [blank stare]
ridiculous: just kidding...

Failed Conversation #2:
she was talking about her friend's cat who wouldn't leave her alone, i made the point that cats have a weird way of sensing cat-dislikers and following them around...
mom: so, do you think the cat was trying to get me to like him?
ridiculous: [shrug]
mom: well, what was i gonna do, have sex with him? do you think he wanted me to have sex with him?
ridiculous: well, if that's what it takes...
mom: [blank stare]

Despite all of this, I just got the report from B that she thinks I am a 'sweet little girl'.

Oh Good Lord is she in for a surprise...