The Daver: “WHAT are you DOING?” Aunt Becky (calmly): “What does it look like I’m doing?” The Daver: “It LOOKS like you’re gearing up to go outside in the middle of a fucking tornado with your rose pruners.” Aunt Becky (bored): “Yuppers.” The Daver: “There was a TORNADO SPOTTED, Becky! You should get into the … Continue reading Not Without My Roses.