We once knew this cool, hip couple that we hung out with a lot. Now they have become old fogies.
Mrs. Old Fogie now sorts her vitamins into those containers that have a compartment for each day of the week. Yep, she is getting on in years.
Anyway, a conversation we heard:
Mrs. Old Fogie looks at her son and suddenly says, "Why is there an F in Government?!"
Mr. Old Fogie (who heard "Why is there an effing Government?") says: "Dear! Well we have to have a government!"
At this point I have no idea what is going on, wondering if someone spelled government with an F in it. But Mrs. Old Fogie clarifies. She was asking her son why he had an F grade in Government. She is still sane and well, at least for a few more years.
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