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It was my phone. I answered it:

"Hello?"
"Hi, Stevie. Whatcha doin'?"

It was my mom. I answered her:

"Nothing. Just getting ready for bed."
"What?"
"Yeah."
"It's nine-thirty. On a Friday night, Stephen!"
"I know. I'm a swinger, ma."
"Obviously."
"Yup. I'm putting myself out there. Maybe I'll meet someone."

Via Boing-Boing.

Thanks, Jeff.

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Via WFMU's Beware of the Blog.