You Can't Make This Stuff Up

There is a carpenter here right now. He is replacing a door. Just a minute ago, he started talking to his drill. Fair enough. I thought he was talking to me, so I asked him if he needed anything. He said, "No, just talking to myself. You're lucky I'm not singing."

I said, "I guess I am lucky."

Then he said, "Or doing my Marlon Brando imitation."

From the basement, my brother-in-law, Jacob, yelled, "Do it!"

He then proceeded to sing/talk all of Joan Osborne's "What if God was One of Us?" in his version of Brando's voice. All of it. Right down to, "Except for the Pope maybe in Rome, Freddo."

Teriffic.