My mother & the Internet

I came home from the gym today finding my mother, the pillar of grace & poise, tittering at her computer screen. Walking by her room, she swiftly turned her head with a giant grin on her face and beckoned me over in Mandarin. "妹妹，来看!"

I cautiously entered the room and looked over her shoulder.
She guffawed as she scrolled down her e-mail in which there were forwarded photos of a skateboarder eating the floor and then getting attacked in the groin by his own jettisoned skateboard. And burst in peals of laughter as photos of photoshopped penises on womens' crotches appeared on the screen.

"You're gross, mom."
She teehee'd as I left the room.

Oh, mother.