Conversations w/ my mom
The phone rings, I pick it up, and it's my mom. She was wondering if my brother and I got my dad anything for father's day yet. She says, "Because he really needs a vice...not drugs, or alcohol, or ho's or anything...a real vice."
To which I say after laughing until a rib cracks, "oh, shit on my pancakes, that was funny." If none of you have heard the "bitchslap/pimpslap" story...remind me to tell you next time you're around. But yeah, my mom knows about the ho's. What more, she knows what a Hot Carl is, because after the pancakes remark, she says, "Ew, those sound like Carl's pancakes."
Now you all know why I am the way I am...why I have the ability and the constitution to continuiously polevault over "the line."
In other news, things are looking up, so no worries!
To which I say after laughing until a rib cracks, "oh, shit on my pancakes, that was funny." If none of you have heard the "bitchslap/pimpslap" story...remind me to tell you next time you're around. But yeah, my mom knows about the ho's. What more, she knows what a Hot Carl is, because after the pancakes remark, she says, "Ew, those sound like Carl's pancakes."
Now you all know why I am the way I am...why I have the ability and the constitution to continuiously polevault over "the line."
In other news, things are looking up, so no worries!