ok, this is an odd one...
Many that's no moons ago, I was at uni regularly getting caned. My mum was approaching her 50th birthday, so I called her to ask what she'd like. Thinking about it for a while, she said, "I've never tried smoking weed, how about that?" I was a little shocked, but my mother is pretty cool so I took her seriously. Actually, I was a little surprised that she hadn't as she went to art college in the 60s, but there you go. So I go to my dealer, get a nice big bag of skunk and hop on the train home. I get home and invite a load of mates round for a smoke with my mum - most of them have known her as long as I have, but a couple hadn't met her before. So the night was on. We started getting caned and my mum was smoking skunk in my ancestral living room, stinking out the whole street. Sweet. Is this going too far?

Nah, this is just the back story.

After a while, one of the people I'd invited, who'd never met my mum, took a bit of a shine to her. And called her a MILF to her face. Now, to me, that's going too far. Obviously, I couldn't let this go unchallenged, but before I could say a word, my mother piped up, "Thank you", she said. Apparently she'd watched American Pie the night before and understood exactly what he was on about. That was clearly better than anything I could have said, because the look on his face was priceless. And about two minutes later, the lad pulled a whitey and ended up shivering and covered in puke on our front lawn.

Ah, the good old days...

something about longness goes here...
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Wed 15 Nov 2006, 14:59, Reply)