A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Showing posts with label Unintentional Innuendo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unintentional Innuendo. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Unintentional Innuendo
One night at dinner, mom recalled a recent news story about a house of prostitution that was busted by the police. She said, "the police had all the condiments spread all over the table, and he said they must have had a hard on to want money that bad." It was all I could do not to fall on the floor laughing.
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