A mother-daughter conversation, here reproduced verbatim. (Mother is 87 years old and has just moved to an independent living facility, where she has been told “guys will hit on you.”)
Mother: I’m all dried up down there. I think I need to get myself a doodle.
Daughter: You mean a dildo, Mom... and you don’t need one.
Friday, June 19, 2015
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There's a tasteless pun hidden somewhere inside the sweaty, fleshy folds of this narrative. And I shall not be the one to utter it.
Oh, do tell.
Love this!
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