2010-08-17

A young man in a green shirt sits tensely on the edge of a bed, hands raised awkwardly, listening to his gray-haired father who sits beside him wearing a white shirt. The father says, "And this is the mustard stain from the hot dog stand we ate at as we watched the sun set over the Pacific." The caption below reads: "I really hate when dad wears the shirt I was conceived in." The joke: dad has kept and is wearing the very shirt from the night his child was conceived, narrating its sentimental stains. Votey: a handwritten note reads, "Dear Zach, You can't end your sentence with a preposition. I care not if it sounds better, Betrayer! Sincerely, Your Grammar Conscience" — a self-mocking aside about the dad's line ending in "at."