Last night we had to do some moving of stuff from Tasha’s granddad’s house. Tasha had just gotten her basket kit, so we elected to go over to my parents house last night for a little while to let her show off her new stuff.
During that time, my mom made some crack about getting invited to a “Passion Party” that was being put on by my second cousin and her millionth boyfriend, The Cable Guy and how “not their thing” this was. I quickly took this opportunity to recount the wonderful stories that I have heard about a certain party of this nature put on by a few friends of ours that happen do Karate and I thought my Mom was going to have a stroke.
It was hilarious. I even went so far as to relay the story that was told to me about the game of Rhino that was played. I did not, however, have the cahones to recount the Chocolate Sauce Incident that also happened at this gathering. Very rarely do I get a chance to blow my parents minds and it was Good, but one can only go so far.
Thanks be to those that actually made these stories, for without you my life would not be so bright. You know who you are. 🙂
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