Your mom is funny.
An English actuary can tell you how many people are going to die next year. A Sicilian actuary can give you their names...
Umm... I don't know... I've got nothing.
Your mom.
Mom: Dill bread. Me: So, do you have yeast on your dill dough Mom: Get out.
WRONG! They don't make it, they steal it...
I laugh at neither of them.