Yesterday I was reading ‘Anne Frank – Diary of a young girl’, when my sister entered the room;
Sis: Hey!
Me: Hey…
Sis: What are you reading?
Me: Anne Frank’s diary..
Sis: Oh! How can you…read someone’s diary? You should be ashamed of yourself. And that too just because she’s frank? You musn’t take advantage of that.
Me: Holy shit! *banging head against wall*
I guess it runs in the family…the whacko sense of humor… 
Cheers!
