Mom: Hey, when are you having kids?
Me: What? Why?
Mom: You need to have a plan! When a machine gets too old they don’t bear good fruit.
Me: Mom, machines don’t bear fruit.
Mom: And make sure you have smart kids. If they’re dumb, I’ll put them in recycling bin.
Me: …what are they going to recycle as?
Mom: I don’t know. Homeless.
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