His elderly mother made no reply or gave any response, and Morris was about to repeat it to make sure she'd heard him, when she turned away from from the pot she was stirring and said calmly, "You're gay ? Isn't that when you put other men's business in your mouth ?"

Morris said nervously, "Uh, yeah, Momma, that's right."

His mother went back to stirring the pot, then suddenly whirled around, whacked him over the head with her wooden spoon and said, "Don't you EVER complain about my cooking again!"