[conversation in kitchen last night]
OLD LADY: So, I dropped an F-bomb in a meeting today.
MR. Z: YOU FARTED IN A MEETING?!?!
ME: [spraying hot tea outta my nostrils] No, while "dropping an f-bomb" sounds like it should be about farts, it actually means something else.
MR. Z: What is it?
OLD LADY: I said "fuck."
MR. Z: Whoa! Your students must think you're mean.
OLD LADY: No, I said "fuck" in a meeting with other professors.
ME: But you're right, Mr. Z, Mom's students do think she's mean.
I swear, every day our conversations become more and more like some sort of dysfunctional Bazooka Joe comic.
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