Him: I know, Aunt Margie...
Aunt Margie: But really, it's so cold I feel like my face is going to fall off... OH MY! HAHA! That would be a hoot... my face falling off.
Him: Yes it would Aunt Margie...
Aunt Margie: Oh well, I guess I just have to wait until the sun comes out for that to happen... because some nephew who shall remain nameless built his aunt out of SNOW! SNOW?! Can you believe this?!
Him: No.
Aunt Margie: Ohh... who's the girl?
Her: Oh hi, my name is Karen.
Aunt Margie: You've done good for yourself boy...
Him: Thanks.
Aunt Margie: Are you married?
We: No ma'am.
Aunt Margie: Well I take it back then. Didn't realize she was a tramp.
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