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Do you wash your candles?

This happened last week, but I forgot to share...

I went to pick Gabby up from my mom's house after school...we were kind of just hanging about in my mom's room...I was putting Gabby's shoes on, my mom was watching CSI...I wasn't really paying attention to anything except getting Gabby's shoes on...I finished that up and was about to walk out the door when my mom makes a comment, "Why in the world would she wash her candles?" I looked over to the television just in time to see the character Grissom (or however you spell it) pulling a blue vibrator out of a dishwasher..."Mom, that's not a candle..."

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Jessiedc28 said…
Holy crap! That is hilarious. What was your Mom's response?
7:46 PM
Compulsive Lizzie said…
Her response was something like, "How was I supposed to know!", and then of course the next day I just kept thinking, "Holy crap...now what the hell is my mom thinking now that she knows that I know what the hell it was!"
9:08 PM
Jammie J. said…
One of the funniest moments with my mom happened about 3 years ago. My mom arrived at my house after a 26 hour international flight (she lives in Korea) and described how she was drinking some water and some of it spilled down under the airplane blanket. So there she is with a tissue, trying to frantically wipe up the water. She said she then realized that the guy next to her was staring at her rather distractedly. It was THEN that she realized how that must look. She and I shared a giggle moment.

Later, my X said, "It was scary that your mom knew how masturbation under a blanket looked."

I just thought to myself, yeah, well, 20 years without a man you figure a couple things out, I would suppose. Hmph.
10:35 PM
Kaycee said…
LMFAO
11:17 AM
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