Well, today while with my mom at the Pharmacy, she asked me in a hushed tone about condoms.
Oh dear, indeed! Gracious, as much of a Momma's girl that I am, I can't even stand to talk to my Mom about who I'm dating; I can only imagine how it would be to talk to my Mom about what variety of condom her potential sex partner is going to be wearing when she's getting plowed.
Some people's parents...I tell ya!
u can actually do that!! OMIGOD. no really. wow.
sorry this isn't eloquent but really that is unbelievable.
"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it" Buffy- The Gift
That's...bizarre. Glad to see you made it home without hanging yourself in the pharmacy with a roll of floss, that shows grit. Seriously for just one second though, you must have one hell of a relationship with your mother if the two of you can discuss something like that. That's supercool, I hope you don't take it for granted.
OT: What's the deal with condoms anyway? I think it's a conspiracy against my penis. I mean, damn, we can put a man on the moon and bring him home again, and the best thing we can come up with for sexual protection is a tight-ass rubber sheet around my johnson? My penis demands justice.
TeeAhr1. Still hitchin', still bitchin', and still the man.
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