My own MOTHER
About a year ago maybe, there was this horrific murder/body chopped up, put in suitcase & dumped in the harbour type happening in my city. Nasty stuff. Anyway, couple of days after it happened, my mum calls me up...

Mum: Were you in the city Thursday night?
Me: No, I was in Ponsonby.
Mum: Is that near Elliott Street?
Me: No... why?
Mum: Are you SURE?
Me: Yes, wtf mum?

Turns out the news had shown some security camera footage of three or four girls seen in the area at the time, who were wanted for questioning as possible witnesses. My mum swore black and blue that I was one of said girls, which I definitely wasn't.

I whined to my friend about my own mother not knowing what I look like and he confessed he thought it was me at first too, but knew it couldn't have been as he knew where I was at the time.

>_<
(kadee may or may not be a nymphomaniac, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 23:21, Reply)