My mother's boyfriend rang me up before, and the conversation went something like this: Him: Hi. I don't know what to get your mother for Christmas.
Me: Sex.
[silence]
Him: Err, well...
Me: If it's really that much of an effort, I'll get you some viagra for Christmas, or something.
Him: Err OK, well. I gotta go. Bye.
I'm such an ass to him sometimes, but I find it amusing.
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Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at
the end of the day that says "I'll try again tomorrow."