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Hell, I forgot the cut tag. Sorry!

and the captions didn't come through. Gah.

Me: So where did you say you got these pictures?

Mum: I didn't.

Me: Hm. Are they real?

Mum: Is the Pope Catholic?

Me: I see. Uh, would you say you have a jaundiced view of men, Mum?

Mum: Does a bear shit in the woods?

Me: Talk like that and if you don't watch out people are going to start describing you as a feisty old lady.

Mum: Not to my face they won't.

Me: Why? You don't consider yourself feisty?

Mum: I am not old. Old is 85.

Me: Funny you should mention that. I think I may have gotten some of your mail the other day.

Mum: My mail is all from valiant nonprofits whose causes I support. And a lot of medical crap.

Me: An insurance letter. They thought I was 85.

Mum: And the National Rifle Association. Why would I get mail from those bastards?

Me: I am guessing a joke on the part of my brother?

Mum: I wouldn't be surprised. I'll send $15 in his name to ... what is it? The Make-a-Wish Foundation? He'll be on their mailing list forever. Hah.

Me: He'll strangle you.

Mum: Or what's that charity that sends teddy bears to orphans?

Me: What if it wasn't him? He'll strangle me.

Mum: Hunh. Clearly, you need some feisty lessons.

THE 2004 MAN OF THE YEAR AWARDS

Third place, Sean O'Flanders of Dublin: