Monday, March 02, 2009

The Greatest Generation.

John: Dad! I need you to sign this permission slip saying I can watch Saving Private Ryan.

Me: Oooh, fantastic movie, but that opening scene...wow, that's somebody's intestine.

Repressed!Dad: Why? Are there nudies?

Me: Oh gross.

John: It's about D-Day!

Me: They didn't stop to have sex on the beaches of Normandy.

Repressed!Dad: Well, I don't know, it's Hollywood.

Colleen: Well, of course you have a collective memory about the '60s...

3 comments:

imladris said...

Nobody had sex in the mud at Woodstock. That is a rumor perpetuated by the liberal elite to excuse their own warped sexual hedonism.

rockford said...

Did we ever sign the permission slip??? Isn't one due today for the retreat??? I forgot about that until I read this (ok, it was due last Friday...) You know, working on one tenth of a brain does not seem to be serving me well in the mother realm....oh, now i am so confused!!!! but the front hall and dining room are FINISHED!!!!!!!

mickey said...

I am thinking the actions at Normandy and the actions at Woodstock were really not too similar.....