My parents were having one of their nostalgia-type conversations.
I gathered that as kids they subscribed to something called MAD magazine. One feature was “Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions.” Not that anybody asked, but I could offer some future potential submissions.
“Are you a smart dog?”
I know when it’s time to eat without a watch.
“What happened to the toilet paper?”
If it’s off the roll it’s fair game.
“Do you need to go out?”
I’m standing by the door trying to catch a fly.
“Do you want to watch TV?”
Anything but the PBS documentary on cancer.
“What are you eating?”
The twenty dollar bill you left on your desk.
“Are you a good boy?”
Do you really need to ask?