How lucky I am to be born in folkie-era . . .
1 - How did you and daddy meet?
W-why you ask? Do you have someone you looking at?
2 - Just chatting. I thought you might be glad of this "mother-daughter-chat"
3 - We met at BASSCON
BASSCON? What the hell is BASSCON? Some Bass conference? Dang - you guys are loosers.
4 - Bi-Annual-Satanist-Sex-Cult-Orgy-Night
Lilith was born 9 months later.
5 - Mom! We came.
We brought something to eat.
6 - For Trombones of Satan! - we just buried him!
7 - And where's dads hand?
I was cutting corners a bit with the spade. One gets used to it.
8 - This must end.
" Till Death us part" is for sissies.