Turn the Other Cheeks

Me and Becky were lying in bed when she started telling me a story about two little guys who fought on her butt. Eventually they built two little mosques on either side, one on the left, the other on the right.

“This is a shaggy dog story isn’t it?” I asked, knowing that she was leading up to something.

“Yes.” she smiled. “Those two little mosques were butt sects.”

She rolled over and proudly went to sleep. I didn’t want to admit it, but that was a really good punchline.