The conversation at dinner last night at the Mothership:
Key: LB = Little Brother; M = Mom; D = Dad; PF = myself.
The conversation had turned somehow to sumo wrestlers:
LB: You never see any body hair on sumo wrestlers.
PF: That's because they're Japanese.
LB: But some Japanese are hairy.
M: Maybe they shave?
PF: Or more likely have someone shave for them? I don't think that many sumo wrestlers could reach that far.
M: Probably.
PF: That's a job that I really wouldn't want. On my list of undesirable jobs, "Sumo Wrestler Shaver" is probably right below "Rectal Thermometer Tester".
D: That'd be an office where you really couldn't sit down on the job.
[General hilarity ensues.]
D: But you'd have to watch out for the ass ceiling.
[More general hilarity.]