Mom: How was Chrissie's?
Joe: Good. We had a pork fight.
Mom: What?
Joe: A PORK FIGHT.
Dad: What do you mean?
Joe: Everyone was throwing porks at each other.
Dad: I don't believe you.
Joe: It's true!
Dad: I don't believe that Chrissie would let you throw pork at each other.
Mom: What do you mean porks?
Joe: You know, those wine bottle-plugger-things.
Mom: OH! CORKS.
Joe: Yeah, I mean corks.
Dad: Now do you see why I didn't believe you?
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