My mother was invited to this young woman’s party and she called this older neighbor to babysit me, and I was whining because I wanted to see the pretty bride. The ancient lady finally couldn’t take my whining and said, “What the hell do you want to see there? Where her hickies are? That’s what they’re gonna look at, and talk about how she met the one eyed snake!” to my mother’s horrified ears. Suffice to say, my mother thought it was safer for me to go to party than to stay with the old coon. After that she never left me home, and I went to all her tea parties every week.
"Imagine your husband Ron grabbing his best buddy’s *manhood*” I say significantly, “and say, ‘so buddy, you’re unable to get this piece up. You can protect, but you couldn’t serve, and can’t salute the captain!’ What would you do? I don’t know if grabbing Amy’s boob is any different.”
Ever the "I know my mind and can't be persuaded on this matter" woman my best friend said this, and it really made sense, “I only do this among my girlfriends – (remember lady in the street rule). If you can’t ask or share your problems with your best friends, who would you share it with? A shrink you pay for who ends up packing you going after his 45 minutes are up? Or some stranger? We’re friends. In a way, we’re already exposed. We have husbands,” and looked at two friends and amended, “and boyfriends. We need to be able to share these things. If your friends can’t be open with you and helpful to you, is there even a point to having friends? If I care about Amy, I have to tell her my honest opinion, because I want her to be happy, and she isn’t with what she got.” Amy nodded in agreement.
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