Backstory: The senior high youth group at our church is doing a fund raiser for their national retreat this summer. You can pay to have 15 flamingoes sent to someone, and you have to pay to have them removed.

Mom: We’ve been flamingoed!
Me: … what?
Mom: There are pink flamingos all over the front lawn. It’s a fund raiser for the Gathering.
Me: That’s hysterical! Leave them there!
Mom: I don’t really have a choice at this point.