In the (brilliantly lazy) name of working smarter not harder, I present you a picture medley:
ME: "Weren't you worried you would embarrass him by taking this?"
BS: “Suzanna, he was homeless and heating his food on a sewer cover. Do you really think I was worried about offending his sensibilities?”
ME: I love when you say my name.
HIM: "You work from home."
Story: Driving to church last Sunday, I saw blue-flashing lights ahead and thought, "Weird, an accident on Sunday morning." Turns out, it was even weirder than that. There was a cop KICKING this toilet around in the middle of the road. My best guess is that he wanted to issue a retroactive chin flick to his mother by playing "kick the can" in the middle of Birmingham's busiest highway.
Sadly, my camera is a heathen and was at home sleeping rather then attending church with me so by the time I got back he was gone. Try to imagine the flashing lights and cop. It makes it better. Trust me.
Ps - It's no coincidence that the P.T. Cruiser is leading the pack towards the crapper. It knows where it belongs.
In closing, I offer you this:
“A merry heart doeth good as methadone.” (modern interpretation)