Let me attempt to re-enact a conversation I had with my mum today:
(When reading this, attempt to put on a high-pitch south african accent for my mum)

MUM: Trevvie, Poopsie Pooh, what are you and your friends doing this weekend?

SOOPA: We're gonna boogie to Danny Howells at the Guvernment, and bust a move all nite long.

MUM: Sounds delightful. When I was your age, I loved to cut a rug. I miss those days.

SOOPA: Ya. You're old.

MUM: Here's a grand idea. I'd like to join you and your friends on saturday.

SOOPA: No deal Ma, I'm gonna get shit faced and sloppy like I do at every gig, and Brett (HanSolo) is too, and you don't want to see him trying to finger girls on the dance floor.

MUM: Its okay darlin, - don't be a nebish. Brett tried to finger me on the dance floor at your Bar Mitzvah.

SOOPA: I need a puke bucket.

MUM: Don't be silly... I liked it.

SOOPA: MA! You dirty whore!

MUM: Listen, I took you to see Sharon, Lois & Bram when you were young. I took you to see Raffi. Now you take me to see Danny Howells.

SOOPA: But ma.... drooling, old chinese people on hard drugs... shirtless sweaty ginos...

MUM: Who wiped your bum for four years?

SOOPA: You did.

MUM: Who collected all those Sears Bra Flyers for you?

SOOPA: You did.

MUM: Who taught you how to fart the words to Living on a Prayer?

SOOPA: You did.

MUM: That's right. Now I think you owe it to your mother to take her with.

SOOPA: But Tatgirl is gonna try get you to feel her tits.

MUM: I already have.

SOOPA: That's right...who hasn't?

MUM: Just Brett.

SOOPA: Ya.

SOOPA: Okay fine, but if you are gonna let people finger you on the dance floor, it can only be Halo, or Time2Burn.

MUM: I farted.
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So anyway, as you guys can see, I'm screwed - anyone have any advice how I can get out of this predicament?

I don't want to bring my mum to this gig.
But I'll happily bring yours!

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SHIT dude are you for real?!

THATS FUCKED UP! I cant imagine going to GUV with my parents or any of my family members for that matter lol...!

I would def party with my mom, but sure as fuck not this night, it's that crazy red light district stuff haha

Mom =


Sooper, get in the roll call thread

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sooper .. don't forget to add ur mum to the roll call thread

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hmmm... I hope to god that conversation didn't really take place...

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Originally posted by sooper SOOPA: Okay fine, but if you are gonna let people finger you on the dance floor, it can only be Halo, or Time2Burn.

BAH HAHAHHAHHAHAHA

How did I not notice that the first time around, and why the fuck was I reading it again. Gawd! haha

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LOLOL

this reminds me of when my aunt wanted to come with me to tiesto

heh sooper, ur funny as always

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u n your mom should pop an E together, what a way to bond.

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Originally posted by sooper Let me attempt to re-enact a conversation I had with my mum today: (When reading this, attempt to put on a high-pitch south african accent for my mum) MUM: Trevvie, Poopsie Pooh, what are you and your friends doing this weekend? SOOPA: We're gonna boogie to Danny Howells at the Guvernment, and bust a move all nite long. MUM: Sounds delightful. When I was your age, I loved to cut a rug. I miss those days. SOOPA: Ya. You're old. MUM: Here's a grand idea. I'd like to join you and your friends on saturday. SOOPA: No deal Ma, I'm gonna get shit faced and sloppy like I do at every gig, and Brett (HanSolo) is too, and you don't want to see him trying to finger girls on the dance floor. MUM: Its okay darlin, - don't be a nebish. Brett tried to finger me on the dance floor at your Bar Mitzvah. SOOPA: I need a puke bucket. MUM: Don't be silly... I liked it. SOOPA: MA! You dirty whore! MUM: Listen, I took you to see Sharon, Lois & Bram when you were young. I took you to see Raffi. Now you take me to see Danny Howells. SOOPA: But ma.... drooling, old chinese people on hard drugs... shirtless sweaty ginos... MUM: Who wiped your bum for four years? SOOPA: You did. MUM: Who collected all those Sears Bra Flyers for you? SOOPA: You did. MUM: Who taught you how to fart the words to Living on a Prayer? SOOPA: You did. MUM: That's right. Now I think you owe it to your mother to take her with. SOOPA: But Tatgirl is gonna try get you to feel her tits. MUM: I already have. SOOPA: That's right...who hasn't? MUM: Just Brett. SOOPA: Ya. SOOPA: Okay fine, but if you are gonna let people finger you on the dance floor, it can only be Halo, or Time2Burn. MUM: I farted. -------------------------------------------------------------------- So anyway, as you guys can see, I'm screwed - anyone have any advice how I can get out of this predicament? I don't want to bring my mum to this gig. But I'll happily bring yours!

If this conversation is real, then just tell your mom you don't want her to come with you. She's old enough to understand where she is wanted and isn't.

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Originally posted by TheDemon If this conversation is real, then just tell your mom you don't want her to come with you. She's old enough to understand where she is wanted and isn't.

no she doesn't get it... now and then i find soop's mom sniffing my dirty underwear. i asked her what in god's name she was doing and she said 'he made me do it' and ran away.

weird.

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