There is no pleasing these people.
I smile. I offer to help with the dishes. I didn't bring my Blow Me or Porn shirt. I've been wearing skirts and keeping my elbows off the table. I even toned down my frigging hair and have been wearing a clear tongue stud.
So of course you have to find a problem elsewhere and assume I am making out with/boinking your son from anywhere from the living room couch, to the garage, to his sister's fucking BED. With no provocation. It's not like you walked in on us, or anything. And you know what? You haven't seen anything because there was nothing to see.
Which begs the question...
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM?
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Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Like, the girl's parents are all protective and wary of the guy?
well, you know me and my seductress skillz.
This it true. Has he shown you his shotgun, and warned you to 'have the boy back home by 10 or else' yet?
No. He's been in the curtains with the binocs the whole time.
Ne... Chatter at me sometime, okay?
Also, did NOT need those particular images. Boinking. Ye gods.
I'm sorry that the 'rents are being stupid :(. I hope hanging out with the boy was okay anyway. Some people are just determined to think the worst even when you do the best. I hope that somehow things will work out in spite of them.
Being a bit of a hypocrite after the Disney LJ post, eh Hilary? At least in my case there was no actual boinking involved.
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