I'm 25, single, and unemployed. The sad thing is, if I posted that directly on my profile I'd probably get just as many emails, or perhaps more, with men under the impression that I'm desperate. Anyhow, the point I'm getting to here is not about my love life (see the next post) but the fact that I live at home with my parents, which isn't always the best set up, but they're caring and... free.
Last night my father asked me to find a text message on his phone. His best friend's wife had just given birth to a baby boy and had sent him a picture of the child. I quickly navigated to his multimedia messages and clicked on the first (and only one I saw). I was confronted by a very loose and angry vagina yelling from the phone. Yes, that's right my father had a talking vagina on his phone... although I don't think he knew it was there. On closer look the message was from months ago. How do you acknowledge a talking vagina? I simply said, I don't think that's a baby and handed the phone back, my father proceeded to laugh histerically, saying, "Oh Ralph, now that is rude."
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