(shit-suck-ee) - noun, a Japanese mulled wine

To those of us who have stumbled through parenthood and tripped over who we thought we were. Those of us who have inadvertantly collided with our wives, and tumbled, and landed on the arses of our daydreams in a large puddle of adulthood. Muttering wide-eyed to ourselves, "Shitsake. What just happened?"

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Viagra Revenge 2 ...

So this truly happened three weeks ago.
Cringe!!!

The semi nameless person on viagra that I am sometimes related to, had taken his little blue pill late that night.
Their young innocent teenager was alseep in his room.
And so, just as the pack insert explains, twenty minutes later they were going at it.
Hammer and tongs. Full bore.

They were in their room, on their bed.
Nothing kinky.
It was late at night. And it was dark. Very dark. Moonless.

The event was entering the final stages. They were heading for the great finale.
Eyes were closed, their minds both completely focussed on their inspiring performance.

Suddenly, terrifyingly, heart stoppingly - there was a massive banging explosion, inches from his head.
He doesn't know what is happening. All he knows is that he has almost died of fright and there is something terrifying happening next to his ear in the black night.

Then he makes it out in the pitch black darkness of their room.

Their son is standing right next to them in the dark (blood drains and you die a thousand deaths)
He has opened their door, walked accross to their bed in the dark, and he is banging his fist really hard against the wooden headboard of their bed trying to get their attention.

"Do you mind not doing that when I can hear it! You are disgusting! I am trying to sleep!"

And with that he turns around and storms back to his room.

Viagra man said he just froze. It was like being a kid and getting busted on a little date with Mrs. palm and her five daughters, by your sister and her friends.
Except, this was worse.
Uuurgghhhh.

The next morning was a bit awkward and invloved an explanatory chat, which ended up with their son saying,

"You know what was worse? You had the audacity to carry on afterwards!"

Having kids is great.
You gotta love em.

In fact, when they grow up into teenagers they might turn us all into middle aged wankers.

I myself, well luckily for me my parents only slept together three times to produce my sisters and I.
So I don't have any freaky pictures carved into my imagination.
That is right - mum? dad?