Me: Hey Mom, did you see that newspaper I left out for you?
Mom: [Silent.]
Me: I left a copy of City Paper for you. Didja check it out?
Mom: [Silent.]
Me: The front-page article about Olney, didja read it?
Mom: Why would you leave that junk on my bed?!
Me: What?! It was an entire article about our neighborhood. You didn’t read it?!
Mom: You know I don’t read those porno-mags you bring home!
Me: Hahahahahahahahaha.
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how many times have I told you: if you have to cruise the back pages off the CP looking for a male-to-female TS with a 12-inch pecker and DDD almost natural breast, don’t leave it where your mom can see it.
“porno-mags”, that’s hilarious!
i dont get it… anywho. everydayminerals.com
Sounds like a nice house in which to grow up.
Are you making fun of my mom? Huh, are you?
You see? This is the burden we, who are born suffering from terminal sarcasm (beware, oh phillygrrl), have to bear: no one ever believes we are capable of that subtle art called ” an appreciation of all the simply good things life sometimes offers us. ”
Frankly, and with out getting all psycho-babblish about it – I’m distinctly moved and distinctly envious of what your household seems to be like, not to mention what it seems capable of producing…:)
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