On my weekly calls, got two fun reports to my question, “How’s it going?”
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Cousin - “…so I was wearing my cotton pants and had just sat down on my Lazy-Boy to relax and watch some TV, beer in one hand, remote in the other and, as happens, my fly sort of opened and - well, the cat decided there was a new toy and the next thing I know, claws were imbedded in my dick, beer was flying over my crotch and the remote went flying across the room…”
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Brother - “…it is 112 degrees in Arizona and I stupidly decide to wash and wax the truck. That is not bad enough, but I have one of those power waxers with the spinning round pad. You put about a two inch dollop of the wax on it, set it against the truck and let it spin - goes about 6,000 rotations a minute or something…but on the fifth application, I accidentally hit the button before I held it against the truck. I have wax on my glasses, face, arms, chest, truck, side of the house, on the door, on the plants…”
I told my brother that when he goes to his local bar today, everyone will wonder why he has that nice glow about him and that he has this wonderful new-car smell after shave…
Sundays are not safe in our family homes.