I have often had to survive total humiliation. However, this most recent scene in the mortification play in which I often star, surpasses most on the richter scale. I'll get specific: my girlfriend's mom came for a visit, a long one. This is just dandy, except her stay was through Sunday eve...the L Word finale. My babe asked her mom how she felt about watching the L Word, she said "absolutely not". Understood. Well, my GF was a bit miffed by this extreme HELL NO reaction to a little girl/girl love plot, so she took hold of the ol' remote and decided to do a quick switch over to see what the ladies were up to...as usual, they were up to no good. Up to their elbows in Shane's boobs and Molly's nether region! Oh lord....way more than GF anticipated...and low and behold, the remote suspiciously would not respond to repeated attempts to change the channel! L's mom was horrified...in fact, I think viewing the innocent slaughter of baby kittens would have been easier for her to stomach. Needless to say, I slunk off to bed, eight shades of red-wanting to disclaim as I passed by "we don't really do that, ya know".
What is truly amazing is that when we watched the entire show the next day, we found that scene to be the only racy scene in the entire hour...what timing, what luck! Wow...what are the odds?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Nothing worse
Posted by whyme at 2:23 PM
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Ah this story makes my heart sing. Not because of your mortification (which your uncharacteristically bad spelling in this post indicates you must still be distractedly stinging from), and certainly not because of your babe's mom's closed head. No, just because it's SO DANG FUNNY! I howl at the vision and right now, I need any howling I can get that's not at the moon. So hit your spellcheck and keep writing please!
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