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Monday, October 25, 2010

Pants on Fire - Bounce, Baby..BOUNCE!

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And now....


I am the worst liar on the face of the planet.


I’m so white.

Example #2: Lightning strikes and Romance Failure

(for episode #1, click here)

I was in high school and was dating this whore who I stole from one of my friends because – HELLO SHE WAS A WHORE and pretty much every teenage boy needs only two things to survive:

1) A whorish girl
2) Tissues for when said whorish girl is unavailable

This girl in particular wasn’t a closet slut.

She was one of those flat-out neon-makeup leg warmers 15-bracelets gum-chewing mini-skirt wearing “OMG I think your vagina is hanging out” kind of semi-professional penis receptacle.

Have I mentioned she put out?

My mother, being the mother-of-an-only-child-DON’T-YOU-DARE-TAKE-MY-BABY-AWAY type of mother that she was did NOT approve of my slut for obvious reasons because NO ONE is good enough for her baby especially one who smells like the balls of the football team.

So I had to kind of hide the fact that I was going out with her.

Like this one time…

We went out one night and kind of went “parking” which is where you park your car in a secluded area of a street or parking lot - or, in this case, the town dump - and then proceed to touch things that make other things protrude or get wet or get wet and protrude or protrude and then shoot wet stuff and THANK GOD THESE SEATS ARE VINYL (easy clean up!).

Before I knew it, 5 hours had passed and it was, like, midnight and I realized that my curfew was 11.


This was going to be a tough one to explain since I told my mom we were going to a movie at about 8 pm.

Um. just so turned out that the town dump we were parked at was pretty much across the street from my house (Yay for white trash!) so I figured in my infinite teenage wisdom it would just be easier to show up AT MY HOUSE WITH HER and explain to my mother that I was going to take her home now instead of just taking her home and being extra late.

In my mind this made sense somehow.

This should not surprise you people.

So Madonna and I walked into the house together and sure as shit there’s my mom with DEATH STARE (are those..are those LASERS?) and she’s all WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?” and “What the Hell is THAT?” and I’m all like, “That’s (insert slut’s name here which probably rhymes with ‘prostitute’ but I can’t remember)”.

And then, in regards to the ‘Where the Hell have I been’ question…

I offer up this little gem (I swear to you this is the truth):

“Well. We went to the movies and we were sitting there and the movie just wouldn’t start and finally when it did we were halfway through it and then the THEATER WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING so they restarted the movie again and THEN when it was over they gave us passes to go back!”


“…and that’s why we’re so late.”

I look back at this chick who is now staring at me like WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

Can’t blame her, really.

Mom: “OH. Really. Because I CALLED THE THEATER and asked them when the movie got out and funny but they said nothing about being struck by lightning.”

Me: “Oh.”

That's when the girl decided to open her mouth (not the first time that night)...which turned out to be a not-so-good idea...

Whore: “Well..we were..”

It’s at this point that I should mention that my slut was positioned on the top of our basement stairs because right then my mother went YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH and shoved that bitch and wouldn’t you know it but my whore goes completely ass over teakettle DOWN THE FRIGGING STAIRS with limbs flailing and bracelets and scrunchies and condoms and diaphragms shooting out from all over the place and I’m all, like, “MOM?! You shoved my slut! What the Hell?”

And I'm kind of laughing like "Oh no you dint, mom!" because she really DID go flying and I was pretty surprised at my mom's strength for such a tiny little woman which was kind of like the Hulk and so then the girl looks up at me from the bottom of the stairs and goes:

"Aren't you going to DO something?"

Me: "Um. No. Not really."

Like I want to suffer the same fate as you, girl.

It's like you don't even watch the Hulk...he throws ALL the bad guys so, you know, fuck that shit.

So I ran down the stairs, scooped up my vagina in heeled boots and took her home.

We never went out again.

Probably a good thing because to this very day I remain herpes-free.

No lie.


Ed said...


Your mom totally OWNED that bitch.

Which is not the same way that you "owned" her earlier, but still.

She could just tell that the chic liked going down, so she helped her.

WILLIAM said...

What movie was it?

Wait am I fucusing on the wrong thing here?

Dazee Dreamer said...

god, what a great start to my monday

Canadianbloggergirl said...

Wow you're mom is the bomb!


Narm said...

This post is obviously a complete lie. C'mon Moooooog - no one is going to believe you don't have herpes.

Jay T. said...

Dude, who was this chick and why didn't I know her when we were in school??? You coulda helped a brother out! :)

Elly Lou said...

That diagram confuses me. I mean, with or without the stairs, isn't that usually how a slut ends up? On her back?

I'll just wait here while you create one with her ending up on her knees.

Christina_the_wench said...

Is your mom for hire? I got en ex-husband I'd like to introduce her to.

Ann said...

So, did you take a peace sign, put it on it's side and call it a pie chart?

Sorry, wandering mind. said...

Ah, so many lessons to be learned here... I bet your kids can hardly wait!

Brutalism said...

I was worried that you might scare away potential dates now that they know they may meet your mother some day...but then I read the part about the herpes...

SisterMerryHellish said...

The dump? You really know how to show a girl a good time!

Moooooog35 said...

Ed: Good point.

That's what she said.

William: You and your ADD. So silly.

Dazee: You're welcome.

Canadian: Yes. I'm just happy she didn't have one or GOD HELP US ALL.

Narm: It's only herpes if you look at it from the water.

I think I screwed that saying up.

Jay: That sounds sanitary.

Elly: You would know! BURN!!

You've: No shit. It's like she didn't want me to get laid. Weird.

Christina: I think my mom's "pushing whores" days are over.

Ann: hahaha. you said 'pie'

Boom Boom: WTF? Did your cats die?

Brutalism: Herpes FREE. FREE.

Man. You can't even give that stuff away.

Sister: Remember I was a teenager and, honestly, I don't give a shit.

Pat said...

Do they still sell that perfume that "smells like the balls of the football team"? Is it called "fromunda?"

Good thing your mom didn't see this chick BEFORE you went to the dump or you'd still be a virgin today.

Sandra said...

Did we go to the same high school? Because I distincly remember vinyl seats, 15 bracelets, and a garbage dump...

Diva's Thoughts said...

Dude!! You are killing me over here! lol

Coffeypot said...

Do you still have her number? I could use a fine lady like that about now.

Jessica said...

Girls let you touch them in high school? Please...

Unknown said...

That is so funny! Love your mother! She was looking out for her boy! lol

J.J. in L.A. said...

You took her home!!! What the hell were you thinking???

Oh, right...all your blood was located in your nether regions. Never mind.

Unknown said...

So if her name rhymes with prostitute her name is Salute. Omg. I am so smart and you lie when you say you don't have herpes.

BadLarry said...

See now I thought the story was gonna end with you saying, "And that's how I met my wife." But thankfully you seemed to have outgrown the whore-seeking behavior of a younger man.

Oh and moog, not to be mean, but did you suffer a blow to the head as a child, perhaps one that severely impaired your ability to strategically lie?

Everybody knows you never bring the girl home to mama, and you rehearse your line of bullshit with her beforehand, just in case you HAVE to go home with her for some reason.

Didactic Pirate said...

That is such a classic love story.

You should find your slut on Facebook and share these memories.

Ok, you don't have to. Give me her name and I'll find her for you. I'll definitely tell you say hi.

The Absent Minded Housewife said...

I have sons.

I live on a single level.


Anonymous said...

This is just like Delores Claiborne but with whores!

mepsipax said...

Dear jezuz christ. I laughed so fucking hard. For a short man you sure are funny. Ah, this reminds me of my whore story.

pattypunker said...

you should have told your mom it was all her fault because the house was out of tissues. no, you're probably right.

Malach the Merciless said...

See what I missed out by not dating sluts

MommaKiss said...

I'm still lost at you dating. Like you had a date. lost.

meleah rebeccah said...

You're mom is my hero!

LilPixi said...

That was seriously classic! The story & the entire post.

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