NARCISSISTER: My housemate’s ex-husband doesn’t know she has a new boyfriend.
ME: Oh?
MUM: Why?
NARCISSISTER: Not sure. But she said if the ex ever comes around when the boyfriend is there, she wants me to pretend he’s my boyfriend. Which is ridiculous.
ME: Er… yeah. Don’t do that.
MUM: No! No, do NOT do that. That’s how people get shot.
ME: *blink*
NARCISSISTER: *blink*
ME: *blink blink*
NARCISSISTER: What?
MUM: Well, you just don’t know… he could be dangerous.
ME: *shoves fist in mouth*
NARCISSISTER: *tears of hilarity form in corners of eyes*
ME: *silently shaking with mirth*
NARCISSISTER: *falls off chair onto floor*
MUM: Oh yes, very funny.
Ha! Oh, thats like the time my mum told me not to go to south London because ‘people get stabbed there’ – like what, as a rule?
Ah, mothers… so much crazy, so many lolz.