After a recent conversation about workers comp, college football and the economy, the following dialog took place:
Him: "You're pretty smart, aren't ya?"
Me: "Yes. I am. You aren't so bad yourself."
Him: "It's like I always say, I'm so bright my mom has to call me Son."
Me: "Hmmmm.... Too bad she can't call you funny."
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