Prof. Son of a Bitch Daily, 3-28-07

“My mother used to have our new preachers over for lunch when we were younger. We’d have dinner, and then us kids would go outside and play football. I mean, what else are you going to do on a Sunday? Well, this one preacher wasn’t too comfortable with us playing football on what was supposed to be our day of rest, so Mother told us to come inside and do something a little quieter. A few minutes later she saw me heading over next door, and she asked me what I was doing. ‘I’m going over to Jimmy’s house to borrow his poker chips so we can do something a little quieter inside.’”