Your mom's accidental death was mourned by murderers everywhere.
At first your mom was a little reticent about being blogged. "[name]," she said, "I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of relationship." Fortunately, she quieted down once she got my blog in her mouth. I blogged her till she begged me to stop, and then till she begged for more; it was her first, best, and last blog. Then I slit her throat and threw her in a ditch. [For a full apologia, click here]
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Courtesy of my Uncle:
Q: What's the difference between a mom dead on the road and a racoon dead on the road
A: Before the racoon there are skid marks.
Q: Why did they bury your mom 50 feet under the surface.
A: Because deep down she's a nice person.
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