Went over to pick my mom up.
I think she'd make a good Jewish mom in some respects.
She's like "Here, eat something."
I'm thinking "You've tried to kill me a few times already with that trick, lady. I'm not falling for it again."
She offered me some soup, then some pizza.
I finally looked at my wife and said I was going to go sit in the car.
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