Not THAT C Word
WARNING: Inferred VERY ADULT Content
“Ugh! Ma! Can you please NOT?!?” says Rissa.
“What? You have to be able to talk about these things!” I respond.
“It’s the absolute WORST word to come out of your mouth! I HATE it!” She shudders.
“Oh my God, Rissa, it’s just cunnili—”
Rissa fake retches while simultaneously screaming.
“If you can’t talk about it with your mother—” I begin.
“Not if you’re using THAT word!”
“What about Lady BJ?” I suggest.
“Not better, Ma!”
“Mange a tw—”
“EWWWWWWW!!”
“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT!” I say, my eyes wide and triumphant. “I’ve got it!”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“You will!”
“I really won’t!”
My arms go wide and I proclaim, “Fel-LADY-o!”
Rissa rolls her eyes at me.
Biting back a grin, I nod my head slowly, knowing that she can’t help but eventually succumb to the pun.
Rissa snorts. “You’re ridiculous!”
“Tell me you won’t use this in common sexual conversation!”
“What kinds of conversations do you think I’m having?!?”
“I’m just saying that if you ask for what you want, you’ll probably get it.” I shrug my shoulders, stretching out my hands, dispensing maternal wisdom. “That’s all I’m saying.”
“Nobody else’s mother does this.”
“Fel-LADY-O-O-O-O-O-OOOOOO!”
“Why would there EVER be an echo?”
“You tell me.”
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