one for the books
my mom is in the middle of a move. my friend crionaberry was telling me about a deep tissue massage she had this evening. so, when my mom called to discuss how sore she was, I said, ma, you should go get yaself fondled. I'm tired ---ok--- it's been a long fucking week. it was a slip o' the tongue. not a fantasy, creepies. my mom said, what the hell are you talking about? I said, ma, you know what I mean. a massage. go get a massage. she asked, and the fondling? I said, well that's really none of my business, now is it? we both howled. how-wled. I know. shut the fuck up, katie. all lips are sealed. good night, gracie.