Christmas Eve 2006, my mother and I are at midnight mass.
We got there pretty early to get seats and people were all chatting and milling about. We sat down beside this one broad who literally had a full blown moustache - I'm not talking little post-menopausal tufts - she had some SERIOUS upper lip pubes going on. I started ripping on her in Polish to my mom:

"OMG look at her Mama! LOOK AT HER! How does she not see that??? How can she wake up every morning and look at that and think it's OK to walk around living with a BEARD underneath her nose"

The mass begins, we pray, we sing, we shake hands, the priest wishes us all a Merry Christmas. At the end of the mass the lady turns to us both and says:

"Wesolych Swiat - zycze wam mile i spokojne swieta"

yeaahhh... she was polish and understood everything

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Originally posted by Slylee oh well, different strokes different vaginas

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