Drftpretty
06-15-2006, 01:02 PM
I wasnt really sure where this sort of a race would go.
I just got back form my lunch break, my mom meet me for Italian. It was a nice suprise (we dont really see each other that often anymore). So after eating on my way back to the hospital I spot a itailian ice place and ask her if she wants to stop. "I was waiting for you to ask" she replies.
I really wasnt in the mood for ice so I ordered 2 custards and decide to let my mom drive back to my work since she loves the Tib so much.
As we pull out of the parking lot my mom looks over and says "I'll race ya" I thoght she was talking about the car or something so I just ignored her because that would have been totally out of her character. I was wrong, she ment that she would race me to see who could finish their large vanilla custard first.
To make a long story short, she beat me.
When we pulled into my work she asked me if I felt like less of a man for losing a vanilla custard eating competition with my mommy. I told her not to ever tell my dad who would most likely call me a f@g and disown me
As we pulled up to her car and I got into the drivers seat of the Tib she mumbled under her breathe "Pussy"
I was flabergasted.
Thats my loss, I got beat by my mommy in a custard-off.
I just got back form my lunch break, my mom meet me for Italian. It was a nice suprise (we dont really see each other that often anymore). So after eating on my way back to the hospital I spot a itailian ice place and ask her if she wants to stop. "I was waiting for you to ask" she replies.
I really wasnt in the mood for ice so I ordered 2 custards and decide to let my mom drive back to my work since she loves the Tib so much.
As we pull out of the parking lot my mom looks over and says "I'll race ya" I thoght she was talking about the car or something so I just ignored her because that would have been totally out of her character. I was wrong, she ment that she would race me to see who could finish their large vanilla custard first.
To make a long story short, she beat me.
When we pulled into my work she asked me if I felt like less of a man for losing a vanilla custard eating competition with my mommy. I told her not to ever tell my dad who would most likely call me a f@g and disown me
As we pulled up to her car and I got into the drivers seat of the Tib she mumbled under her breathe "Pussy"
I was flabergasted.
Thats my loss, I got beat by my mommy in a custard-off.