12-03-2004, 05:19 PM
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Teenage Sons...Geesh!! lol
Today, while in a local auto parts store (looking for fuzzy dice to hang from my 17 year old nephew's car mirror, don't ask! LOL), I was standing there talking to a salesman trying to figure out where to look when my son moves from beside me to behind me and tugs the back of my sweater at my shoulders. He informed me later than my cleavage was showing and he was trying to pull my sweater from the back so the front would be more covered. He said..Geesh..you're my mom and that man was drooling over your chest!!
For some reason I found this hilarious, my sweater was NOT low and trust me, the salesman wasn't drooling lol
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12-03-2004, 05:39 PM
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It works both ways when my wifes friend & husband used to come over to visit my 13 year old daughter (at the time) would make sure she sat between us and hold my hand! My wife said she was just looking out for moms interest.
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12-03-2004, 05:51 PM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by TinTennessee
my sweater was NOT low and trust me, the salesman wasn't drooling lol
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Well, it *should* have been, in both cases!
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12-03-2004, 11:01 PM
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Keeping warm
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awww he was looking out for his mommy, that's sweet, lmao funny but sweet all the same.
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12-03-2004, 11:20 PM
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Loungin' Around
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Tell him that he's lucky his mom still has a body men ogle at. That should keep him quiet.
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12-03-2004, 11:35 PM
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Wellllllllll what was he doing to notice??? But at least he was watching out for his mom!
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12-04-2004, 08:56 AM
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Out of the mouth's of babes!!!
Did he actually say "cleavage"? That woulda made my jaw drop!! LMAO!
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12-05-2004, 01:35 AM
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Carpe diem
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Quote:
Originally Posted by TinTennessee
...looking for fuzzy dice...I was standing there trying to figure out where to look
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Might I suggest you just check the "Fuzzy Dice" row.
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12-05-2004, 11:19 AM
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My own little world
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Quote:
Originally Posted by rockintime
Might I suggest you just check the "Fuzzy Dice" row.
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Could you show me your "fuzzy dice" so I'll know what I'm looking for
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Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans, this skin I'm in it's alright with me; it's not old -- just older.....Bon Jovi
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