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i always wondered if my mom saw the irony when she would get angry and call me a sonofabitch.
mostly there weren't alot of lectures for me growing up. just plenty of beatings. |
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old man: you goin' on? me: yeah, theres a party at joe's. om: there gunna be girls there? me: yes... om: alright well...don't get anyone pregnant, you know? They never really had to speak to me much because I didn't drink back then and thats apparently the highest of moral virtues. Either way, akward. |
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My sex lecture went as follows:
Dad: "You know what an erection is?" Me: "yeah..." Dad: "You're good to go." /discussion. |
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oh, tumour. Your mom probably told you the theatre thing in response to you asking what a lesbian is because thesbians love the theatre. When I was like 7 my aunt called me a thesbian and I thought she was calling me a lesbian and I cried for like 3 hours. |
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My sex talk from my dad went a little like this:
"I know you like to read so I got you this book. It's about sex, drugs and rock n roll," my dad said as he handed me the What's Happening To My Body Book For Boys, which incidentally was not about drugs or rock n roll sadly. |
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I remember the first time my dad actually talked to me about pregnancy though, well at least about me being sexually active. He knew I was going to a party and asked me if I brought protection and I said "yes I've got a condom" and I swear to God this is what he said, "No that kind, I mean do you have a coat hanger". He is a very demented man with an incredibly dark sense of humor, something I've inherited. |
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