Monday, October 02, 2006

Sometimes I live in a TV Sitcom

So this afternoon, as I was fasting and repenting, the following exchange happened when my fiancee came back from doing some errands with my mother:

Me: What's wrong?
Her: I had a hamburger.
Me: And the problem with that is...
Her: I wanted to be a good Jew.
Me: [pause]But you're Catholic.

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