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Bitch has no more excuses now. Join Date: May 2012
Location: Lower Alabama
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First one...Years ago mom and step dad took a road trip. Part of trip took them across Nevada. That night I get call from step dad saying mom wants to tell me something. She gets on phone all excited, "Did you know what they raise out here in the middle of the desert?!" I said, "Uh, no. What?" Getting even more excited she says, "Bunnies. They raise bunnies!" Not understanding what the hell she's talking about I said, "What do you mean bunnies? Where did you hear that?" By now I can hear step dad in background trying so hard not to just bust out laughing as my mom continues, "Well, we were just driving across the desert, nothing for miles and miles, then we came up on this billboard that said, "BUNNY FARM, TURN LEFT AT NEXT EXIT".
Of course this was the cue for step dad to lose it while I proceed to tell my sweet, naďve mom, "Mom!!! They aren't raising bunnies in the middle of the freaking desert. It's a whore house!" Leave it to my step dad to hold that in all day so my mother's only child would have the pleasure of telling her what it really was. All of this came rushing back as I traveled across I 80 into Nevada. Second thing involves my wife. She is getting really into cooking and not just any cooking but gourmet cooking. (Yay me!) Today she went to store and bought purple potatoes. The kind that are purple all the way through. So she calls to tell me and all I could say was, "Awwww, you got queer tators!" Love My Family, Brute. |
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