Heart-to-Heart with my mother and me
Me: You know what? Hanging out with some younger boys tonight solidified the idea that I will never want to date younger boys. Seriously, there’s nothing up there *point to skull* but being concerned with their penis and beer.
Mom: Yeah, I hate to disappoint you but that doesn’t change too much.
Me: Okay, but not even GOOD beer.
Mom: Not good penis, either.
Me: Goodnight mom. I like our talks.
