I met a girl at a bar one night and she gave me her number. I called the next day and we made plans for the weekend. We went to dinner and had a few drinks while listening to the band. The night was getting on and we decided to head back to her place. Things got quiet during the car ride when out of nowhere she turned to me and said in a deep voice, “Your mother’s name is Dorothy and you are the antichrist.”
I immediately asked, “what?”
Her reply was, “oh sometimes I just say weird things.”
My mom’s name is Dorothy. In short: I may be the antichrist.