Airing The Dirty Laundry

I was sitting at Jim Blizzard’s going away party the other night when my phone rang. This was the side of the conversation that the Portland nerds heard:

“Hello?”

“What?”

“Well,why don’t you have any underwear?”

“Put your brother on.”

“Why doesn’t your brother have any underwear?”

“Well, why does he think he doesn’t have any underwear?”

“OK. Put your brother back on.”

“Are you sure you don’t have any underwear?”

“Look in your hand; is there any underwear in it?”

“Then check your other hand.”

“OK, how many pairs of underwear are you wearing?”

“And how many pairs do you need between right now and the time I get home?”

“Good. Bye.”

About halfway through the conversation, the nerds around me could no longer continue their conversations and were laughing openly. Ah, the joys of parenthood…