What? Why? Wow!- W Magazine
Earlier tonight I couldn't figure out what I learned today, so I wasted an hour watching episodes of Robot Chicken on YouTube. I just discovered it last night and I totally love it. Then my first born giant came and watched some with me and we had some good laughs. After a while he noticed a ricockulously ginormous magazine sitting here and we started looking through it. I think we laughed more looking at the models than we did watching Jasper the Douche Bag Ghost. By the time we were done, I'd learned two things.
W magazine is excellent bonding material for a mother and her 18 year old son. We must have wasted another hour making fun of it.
Then he told me something I probably already knew, but hearing it from him made it real.
It doesn't matter how cool your clothes are because guys just want you to take them off.
I also love that he said he knew I was his mom because I think Kill Bill is a fucking great movie.
I love that kid. Pain in the ass and all.
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any chance you caught the clip with the kids, the pony, and the report cards?
No, but I'll check it out tonight after asskickboxing. Do you love that show?
Ah, nothing better than a mother and son bonding over naked ladies.
By "better" I mean, of course. "creepier."
They're only half naked. ;)
Whatever. I don't think I'd ever be able to say to my mom, "Check out that rack" without needing to take a long Silkwood shower.
Daedalus and I had an impromptu Press Club tonight. Your company was missed. Too many margaritas at Maya. Sooo.... sleepy... zzzzzzz.
First of all Mr. Spitznagel, I'm very hurt that you didn't call me. I've been missing you terribly.
Secondly, I'm starting to think you don't understand what W magazine really is. You have me looking at hard porn with my kid. Not exactly true.
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