Let's say this goes well. I go to your family Thanksgiving, and your mom's there. She is, I'd say, 10 times higher than you. I turn her guts inside out like a war victim, and we fall in love. Who do you cheat on.

To get back at me? My mom's no longer here, so if you were to sleep with her, then I would probably ask you how she's doing.

Hey, I'm trying to go deeper in her than we buried her, baby girl. I'm trying to go six inches, not six feet. What's up?

We created her, actually. So she's not buried. She's actually ashes.

But... I'll snort her then.