BUT BOOING IS ONLY OKAY WHEN IT DOESN'T HURT CHARITY

I had the same awkward conversation about six times regarding my weekend in Saskatchewan:
Jesse: I'm going home to Saskatchewan this weekend!
Person: That sounds fun. What's up in Saskatchewan?
Jesse: It's my parent's 60th birthday party. My whole family will be there, free booze, should be good times.
Person: Which parent? Mom or Dad?
Jesse: Sorry, apostrophe misuse. I should have said, parents' instead of parent's - whoops!
Person: Are your parents born on the same day?
Jesse: No, we're just having the party in August 'cause my mom's birthday is is in July and my dad's is in October.
Person: Oh I see. For a moment there I was worried that your parents were twins, making you some sort of freaky incest love child.

It was a good party. Also I got to see my pal Mark who has returned from the Old World to bring us fine spices and furs. We got boozed at a big ass Corner Gas party, where I got the guy who plays Oscar to call me a jackass into my videophone. Hopefully I learn how to download such a photo so that I can further pollute You Tube!