I believe I have discovered the source for at least part of my sense of humor. I got this email from my father over the weekend (hopefully he won’t mind my posting, it’s too priceless to hoard for myself):
Grandma & mom made me go and see the queen movie. I got the worm fuzzes & wanted to vote for Tony Blair as queen forever. Well it’s nothing more than a Blair prop. movie. With a lot of old Diana footage. To try & keep you weepy NO! Well mom did.. The best was we went to Bandannas & I got a turkey plate. That is how they got me to go. Food gets me every time. Stiff upper lip & all. Drat!
Well must go Cheerios
dad
A couple of notes:
- I think “prop.” is “propaganda.”
- “Bandana’s” is a local barbecue restaurant (or maybe I should say that it claims to be one, before Dave chimes in to tell me otherwise).
My wife and I were fairly roaring with laughter before I finished reading this out loud. It’s not what he said, it’s the tone. The man talks almost the way I do, particularly in the distracting asides at the end. Scary, but it’s nice to know I came by it honestly.
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Have you been getting my email? This looks exactly like something I got the other day as well…
Cheers!