The Incident with the Bathtub
Just when I thought the day couldn't get weirder. Somebody floods my apartment. I go upstairs ready to explode, just to find two absolutely hot girls (I'd say around 21) trying to master the art of plumbing by themselves. A brief confrontation and I go back downstairs.
10 minutes later:
A knock on my door. Probably the maintenance guy or the neighbor from downstairs. Nope. It's one of them, a redhead, now dressed in a skimpy outfit of a miniskirt and flip-flops. She offers to help me clean up the mess. Just think about it - crawling around with this girl on the floor, trying to soak up water. Her shirt inevitably gets wet. We both have a good laugh and proceed to make out.
Oh wait a second, that last bit didn't happen! I told her "no, thanks" and closed the door. Why? My mother just happened to be over today. And so was my sister. Excellent.
Sad but true, folks. Sad but true.
10 minutes later:
A knock on my door. Probably the maintenance guy or the neighbor from downstairs. Nope. It's one of them, a redhead, now dressed in a skimpy outfit of a miniskirt and flip-flops. She offers to help me clean up the mess. Just think about it - crawling around with this girl on the floor, trying to soak up water. Her shirt inevitably gets wet. We both have a good laugh and proceed to make out.
Oh wait a second, that last bit didn't happen! I told her "no, thanks" and closed the door. Why? My mother just happened to be over today. And so was my sister. Excellent.
Sad but true, folks. Sad but true.
posted by Ld at 10:39 PM
2 Comments:
"Mom, if you really want grandchildren, LEAVE. NOW."
I feel for ya, bud! :)
Ah well, there's lots of life left, and your mom can't possibly be around for all of it!
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