A conversation with my mother

So, my mother is one of my Facebook friends.  Don't ask me how this happened.  It just DID.

Anyways, she's hardly ever on there but when she is she stalks me. 

Bams and I loved to muck around on Facebook before we met and we still enjoy having a laugh on there but things can get a little...naughty.

Those of you that read Bams' blog may be familiar with his post on having laser hair removal on his gonads.  That's all I'm going to say really.

The following are excerpts from actual conversations that took place over a couple of days.  Only the names have been changed to protect the.....whatever.

Facebook - Frankie's Status Update (in part) -

 

Frankie - I wish I'd not come in.  Work sucks big hairy balls today (more than usual)

Bams - Well my goal is to make sure you never have to suck big or hairy balls again!  And I'm doing my bit!!

Lara Croft - Get a room!

Conversation the next evening at my mum's for dinner with the kids -

Mum - Were you and Bams talking about rambutans on Facebook yesterday?

Frankie - Sorry...what?

Mum - Rambutans, the fruit.  You were talking about sucking hairy balls.  That's what we called rambutans back in Ceylon.

Alex - *spits food out of nose*

The end.