A while back, we had a HUGE family gathering. After a couple of drinks (okay fine, a whole barrel of it!) this is the convo I had with a drunk uncle!
Drunk Uncle: Gandhi didn’t sleep with virgins
Me: Huh?
Drunk Uncle: Aren’t you gonna ask me why?
Me: Alright, Why?
Drunk Uncle: Cause he didn’t believe in bloodshed!
Me: Contemplating killing myself.
Drunk Uncle: He, however, endorsed the bra.
Me: Ummm, Why do you say that?
Drunk Uncle: Because he believed in the upliftment of the downtrodden masses 😉
Me: Walks Away
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haha that’s hilarious. ohh family, what can we do with them?
a friend of mine has an (extremely bald) uncle who always says “should bald heads be buttered?” which none of us understands but we definitely think it’s entertaining. unless it happens in public 🙂
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Right? That’s what I think too. And this friends uncle, hilarious! 😛
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That’s kind of funny in an excruciatingly awkward way.
The Gandhi jokes though.. they’re funny until they get sexist. 😉
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You know it. 😉 On that note, happy independence day! 😀
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you too, darling. i just did a whole post about it. ❤ i'll go watch namesake now.
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I liked them both! I think I am going to spread them around. Why killing yourself? You have to see the wit and not the means! But I guess you like them as well, otherwise you wouldn’t tell us! Thank you!
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Thank you. I was just being melodramatic! I loved it, obviously. My family is bizarre but then, that’s what I love most about them! 🙂 Thank you xx
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