CULTURAL EXCHANGE

I found my mom and dad, in the living room, crying and unable to breath properly today.

Apparently, my traditional African father found a copy of the unfortunate film Borat in my CD case. I am much too classy to ever associate with that movie so either my sinful husband Dan packed it with my stuff without my knowledge or by some miracle of nature, it fell into my zipped and locked suitcase somewhere over Paris...(yeah, it was probably the French who done it)

Anyway, I am probably the most serious person you know so you can see how I would never find some of those debasing scenes in the least funny!

yeah...

So, I find them unable to catch their breath with laughter and after a few minutes of watching them sweat with the effort, I began to panic. I thought my oh-so-dignified mother was going to throw out her hip from the violent stomping on the tile floor and that my father was going to expire from shouting and snorting so loud (seriously, what a way to go)...I have never in my life witnesses such unabashed hysteria.

Even though they are more energetic and sprightly than I am, I really think it objectionable for people their age to add this type of spice to their life. My father says he has taken the DVD to the family "elders"...but I have already seen copies of the film floating like illegal contraband among my cousins...

Thanx, Dan! You have contaminated my entire family, not to mention their extended families, with your sick humor...