Posted on January 1, 1  •  One minute  • 133 words

I was watching an edit of steamed hams that went like:

I thought you had a son. D’oh, no. I said alt son. That’s what I call him. You call your daughter your “alt son”? Yes. It’s a regional dialect. - Uh-huh. Uh, what region? - Uh, downstate Florida. Really. Well, I’m from Miami, and I’ve never heard anyone call their daughter “alt son. " Oh, not in Miami. No. It’s an Orlando expression. I see. You know, your “son” is quite similar to a lovely woman who works at Krusty Burger. Oh, no. Patented Skinner child. Old family recipe. - For an “alt son”. - Yes. Yes. And you call her son despite the fact that she is obviously girlled.

but after the punchline they just stared at the viewer in silence.