Just because you take a muscle relaxant and you feel like a noodle, doesn’t make it OK to tell your mother about the guy you dated who only had one ball. And the silence following your disclosure does not get more comfortable when you babble incessantly about the one-baller.
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April 30th, 2008 · No Comments
Categories:All About Pants, hell is for single people, if anyone needs me I'll be drinking in my closet, stupid back, where's my medicine?
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I can imagine the look on Mama Pants face……..
Lance Armstrong has only one nut. I like to call myself a One Nut Wonder for fun.
Agh. Remind me never to take a muscle relaxant before talking to my mother. Then again, as I very rarely talk to my mother, this shouldn’t be too tough.
It might be the glass of vino I just downed but I seriously laughed so loud reading this.
HA!! Can I use this for an “At least I’m not as bad as my friend who…” comparison next time my mom tells me I’m awful? Best part is that telling her “At least I’ve never told you about the guy I dated with only one nut” will get as good a reaction as whatever I did in the first place to give me the need to defend myself.
*Snort*
laugh
I hear you can have just as many kids with one nut as you can with two nuts. I’m certain that the lack of one nut, or both, would make bike riding a bit more comfy.
I think I still have some muscle relaxers from a couple of years ago. Back when I first was prescribed them, I spent a whole afternoon listening to the newest Flaming Lips album and watched the fluff from cottonwood trees float through the air. It was magical.
You dated Hitler?
Yeah, I’ve realized that no matter how old I get, or how cool she is, my mother is never ready to hear about my past exploits!
Also, I never realized there were so many one-ballers out there!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha!
Ha ha!
Your poor mama. Your poor non-muscle-relaxant-infused self.
I told my Mom what soakin’ it was. She was confused.