Back when my lil' bro still lived at home, he and I were hangin' out at the 'rents place, kicking back to an old movie. ("Bringing Up Baby" more than likely.) Mama comes home with a Tower Records receipt in her paw and a scowl on her puss, directed specifically at Xavier.
"Hey, Ma, what's up?"
"What's up??? What's up???!! I demand to know who went to Tower Records today. And I want to know right now."
"Um, me and Rye went. Why?"
"Why? I'll tell you WHY. I do not want this kind of FILTH brought into MY home, do you understand me? I don't care which one of you bought this garbage, but get it out of this house. Have I made myself crystal clear, young man."
"Um, not really. What are you talking about?? All we did was pick up a movie. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal??? Do I honestly need to spell it out for you, Xavier Joesph??"
This is when I, in equal amounts of confusion, ask for the receipt. It reads: Snatch. After Xave & I had a good chuckle and chastised our mother for thinking we'd buy porn (and be dumb enough to leave the evidence on the floor of the garage,) we immediately realized, "Ew...Mom knows what snatch means..." I guess she's a real, live person after all.
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