In church as a deacon we had a lesson on being nice to people. I said 'My mom had a friend from Germany and I think some people would have a hard time not making fun of her because her name was Ima Rottencrotch' (this is true) and, obviously the whole quorum busts up laughing. Except for the advisors' son, who was raised in a crazy thick bubble, I swear, and he says, 'What's a crotch?'

Everyone died again, and his dad says, 'we will talk about it later, Boston'