*my little brother had heard the word 'vagina' at school, and i was trying to explain why he shouldn't repeat it. me: look, you shouldn't say it becau... uncle ralph interrupts: it's like bloody mary. if you say vagina, one will come in your sleep and kill you.. *after little brother leaves* gay brother: you do realize that now we'll be checking his closet for a vagina every night, right? uncle ralph: plenty of men would be very happy to find a vagina in their closet.
*My Grandmother walks in while me and my cat are meowing back and forth* Gramma: Emily, you need to stop doing that! Me: Why? Gramma: You have no idea what you're saying!
*I just noticed my Dad's fly was down* Me: Dad...your barn door is open. Dad *looking down* Doesn't matter. The horse is dead.