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Post by JesusLooksLikeMe on Sept 9, 2004 3:29:40 GMT -5
I want to do a whistle-stop tour of RIley, Mary and DEDs' parents. And stay for dinner. Classic.
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Post by Ampage on Sept 9, 2004 12:56:44 GMT -5
Okay, those parent convos absolutely cracked me up. Riley, your reminded me of the movie “Mother”, did you ever see it? Debbie Reynolds trying to force Albert brooks to eat something and when he reiterates that he is a vegetarian she sihs s=and says “Well, then how about some nice beef stew” (or something like that, hilarious!)
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Post by riley on Sept 9, 2004 13:23:57 GMT -5
something tells me I have seen that one Amp, but I'm thinking it was in passing and not necessarily that scene.
In fairness, they've come a long way with the veg thing. Everytime I would get a sniffle tMom would say it's because I don't eat meat. Yeah Mom, my trade off for avoiding Mad fucking Cow disease is to have sinus issues.
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Post by Galactus on Aug 15, 2005 23:01:49 GMT -5
I just re-read this thread I think I laughed as hard as I did the first time around.
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Post by kmc on Aug 16, 2005 12:32:43 GMT -5
Funniest thread ever. My mom generally dismisses everything I say as crazy anyway, so it's nice to hear from others whose parents humor them.
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Post by riley on Aug 16, 2005 14:04:14 GMT -5
I actually forgot about this thread. Much has transpired with my dear parents since last we spoke my friends. A few dinners. An anniversary complete with a live bluegrass band. A day touring a winery. Misfired synapses everywhere. All golden comedy. I'll try to bring you up to speed in due course.
Have I mentioned how much I love my parents?
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Post by stratman19 on Aug 16, 2005 19:06:34 GMT -5
Can hardly wait. Those were the best stories ever.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Feb 26, 2006 19:42:25 GMT -5
apparently riley has not had dinner with his parents for six months. what a terrible son.
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Feb 26, 2006 21:47:20 GMT -5
haha, this thread is great. Parents say the darndest things.
My mother has been sucked into the DIY craze. The big hardware stores here run those DIY seminars targeted at women & she is forever calling me up - "honey, they're doing a DIY seminar on cordles drills"
thanks Ma, but I don't use cordless drills. In fact, I don't even own one
its ok - you know you can actually get 20% off the cordless drill if you attend the seminar! they make them for women now, with a smaller handle, its all very cute
Ma, why do you need a cordless drill? you're not a carpenter!
Oh, don't be so negative. Knowing how to use tools properly is a useful skill. You might want to fix something around the house one day!
what the. Self defense is a useful skill. Why my Ma needs a cordless drill when she works in healthcare & lists her interests as "baking, embroidery & watching English soap operas" is beyond me.
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Post by rockysigman on Feb 26, 2006 21:55:30 GMT -5
She could use her cordless drill for self defense.
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Post by phil on Feb 26, 2006 21:58:37 GMT -5
You can always connect a mixing tool (not included) and convert your cordless drill into a pancake batter mixer
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Feb 26, 2006 22:15:30 GMT -5
haha.
I'd do well to remember packing my cordless drill in my handbag when I'm out on the town of a evening. You never know when you might need to ward off muggers or whip up a spongecake.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Feb 27, 2006 11:27:48 GMT -5
actually i consistently find myself needing one of those damn things. our walls are like cement here (wait.. maybe they are cement.. duh) and screwdrivers just don't do the trick. the only reason i haven't got proper tools like i want is because i have some kind of pathological fear/loathing of hardware stores, especially the warehouse type ones. everything about them. the smell. the overwhelming illusion of testosterone. the countless hours you could spend hunting for The Perfect Dryer Vent. (my most recent bloodcurdling experience in a hardware store.)
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 1, 2006 1:56:03 GMT -5
hilarious. i'd like to see your parents serve up some authentic indian food and talk about hitler. maybe afterwards you would clear off the table and wade through a game of trivial pursuit.
thanks for the laughs.
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