Don't get burned by little peckers.
I got into a moral discussion with Gramma at the mall today. It consisted of her telling me that I would look trashy, that my parents should've raised me better, and that I should be ashamed of myself. Nevermind being told how to live my life by the original 70 year old valley girl. Nevermind the degration of my parents. Nevermind that she is so full of shit that she can't see straight. The true issue is what this little heart-to-heart was about.
A tshirt. A motherfucking tshirt.
See, there was this shirt in American Eagle, and it had a chicken on it, and it said, "Little Peckers tanning lotion. Don't get burned by little peckers!" Peckers, i.e. male genitalia. Anyway, this is officially the best euphemism in the history of man. She had a cow, and refused to buy it. Not that I thought she would in the first place, but making me call my mom and ask if I could pay for it myself was a little much.
Needless to say, I prevailed and the "morally degrading" tshirt is now safe in my closet. Along with a really hot Greenday tee. It was a good day.
...and I bought The Da Vinci Code at the Airport giftshop. New literature to plow through. Fucking awesome.
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Samantha
A tshirt. A motherfucking tshirt.
See, there was this shirt in American Eagle, and it had a chicken on it, and it said, "Little Peckers tanning lotion. Don't get burned by little peckers!" Peckers, i.e. male genitalia. Anyway, this is officially the best euphemism in the history of man. She had a cow, and refused to buy it. Not that I thought she would in the first place, but making me call my mom and ask if I could pay for it myself was a little much.
Needless to say, I prevailed and the "morally degrading" tshirt is now safe in my closet. Along with a really hot Greenday tee. It was a good day.
...and I bought The Da Vinci Code at the Airport giftshop. New literature to plow through. Fucking awesome.
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Samantha