Another Window Into My Home
Me: You're going to have such great conversations with our son.
Guy #1: What do you mean?
Me: I'm not going to be the one having the porn talk.
Guy #1: "Son, girls don't really like to do that unless you pay them."
Me: Oh, I meant the anime porn. "Son, ever since we bombed Japan, they've been a little messed up."
Guy #1: Did Guy #3 not grieflink you with The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife?
Me: No. I don't click his links anymore.
Guy #1: (sends the link)
Me: Holy smokes!
Guy #1: So don't blame the bombs. Blame the British.
Guy #1: What do you mean?
Me: I'm not going to be the one having the porn talk.
Guy #1: "Son, girls don't really like to do that unless you pay them."
Me: Oh, I meant the anime porn. "Son, ever since we bombed Japan, they've been a little messed up."
Guy #1: Did Guy #3 not grieflink you with The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife?
Me: No. I don't click his links anymore.
Guy #1: (sends the link)
Me: Holy smokes!
Guy #1: So don't blame the bombs. Blame the British.
posted by Sanya at 9:27 PM
1 Comments:
I busted my son for looking at porn (why he thought a network administrator would miss his browsing escapes me)...
So I got home a little early, put all the pics together and started a little slideshow on my computer (we all have our computers in the same room).
He walks in and feigns covering his eyes. I say "why are you covering your eyes? You've seen them before."
I proceed to make him sit there while I critique his selections.
He hasn't done it since.
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