I was at the grocery store with my Mom this afternoon. She was looking at packages of freshly baked muffins in packages of four. She was fussing because they didn't have any packages with assorted flavors. Mom looked at me and asked, "Where are the loose muffins?"
I paused. It was just too easy. I replied, "Why would you want slutty muffins?"
Mom rolled her eyes, muttered something about how I was turning into my father, and walked off with a package of muffins.
