Me: I appreciate mom's offer to come help me finish unpacking, but I don't want her to see that I have beer in my fridge.
Dad: You know, I love beer, I always have. I would be fine with just keeping some of the non-alcoholic kind on hand because I just like the taste. But she could not handle that.
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**GRIN**
Bless our parents... because they have as many "secrets" as their kids.
I remember when I was 18 and moved in with my total and complete TBM uncle/aunt - they had an apartment set up in their basement. My uncle's "deep dark secret" was that each morning he'd stand on the backyard deck and smoke one cigarette.
Bless Christy's dad, I love that guy!
When I was 12 or 13, I found my dad's secret porn stash, which he kept behind a box of bullets in my parents' bedroom closet. Naturally, I took his porn, placed it under my bed, and used it for its intended purpose. A few years ago, I mentioned to my mom that my dad had a secret stash and that I had taken it. It turns out that she knew all about it. "Oh, he wondered whatever happened to that," was all she said. Evidently, it never occurred to them that their puberty-stricken son might be making good (and frequent) use of whack-off material.
I like beer too!
Ames
you need a secret compartment in the fridge to hide the beer... uhhh... i guess Randy and me can keep our porn in there too
=;-)
This post cracks me up. I WISH my dad had your dad's problem. He could really use a beer.
Hmmmm, I love NA beer but my TBM wife has had "issues" with it. Cool dad though...
Porn 'n' bullets. They go together like....
Sorry to hear about your having some low points in life...thank god for beer...and porn!
I have been where your at and possibly am still stuck there!
Hi Christy - Just wanted to say hi. And I miss you. And I would even drink beer, which I really dislike, if I could clink glasses with you in person! :-)
I caught my dad watching Major League once. And once he told me that when he had a really bad cold he accepted a Hot Toddy from my maternal grandpa(who was catholic).
I am glad for the parents I got because they don't even care if I cook with wine and they always let my grandpa(maternal again) serve us beer pancakes! So I always have good excuses if they visit us and we have wine and beer in the fridge!
Wow, uh, yah, your title is perfect. And I can't ever imagine having a conversation like that with my dad, either.
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