So I sitting at my folks' house after dinner, burpin' and fartin' with a belly full of pig meat done 900 different ways when Mom looks straight at me and asks "Are you going to come over Friday and watch the Royal Wedding with me, Son?"
I was fucking speechless. I looked at her, not really believing she would ask me such a question and finally said "Ahhhh, no. I believe I'll pass on that one."
Everybody in the room fell out laughing except Dad.
He leaned over and whispered "Fuck, you had me worried. For a second there I thought you were actually considering it."