M's bff: Were you born that way (pointing to F's bald head)?
J to F: No, you are not leaving for Italia today, you can leave when your son is an old man.
J: On the day Jesus was born, it was a boy.
Me; What?
J: Starts singing the xmas pageant song (help!)'
J to me: Can I stay up late to finish my Valentine's cards?
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