Bob and Emily had been married for 20 years. As usual Uncle Joe had come to visit over Thanksgiving and had not left by Christmas Day. Like many previous holidays he was eating them out of house and home. He had drank all of Bob's good scotch. On Christmas Day Bob was looking forward to a few Guinness Stouts. Uncle Joe was drinking the last one. Bob finally had enough. He pulled Emily aside and said "He has to go, I love your Uncle, but he has to go home!" Emily replied: "My uncle? I thought he was your uncle!"
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!