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Best FML ever.

By revolutionaire.
God forbid some trampy bitch does this to my future kid, I'll be this mom:

Today, I called my girlfriend to ask her to the movies. She declined and said she was sick and was going to sleep. Wanting to see the movie, I invited my mom and we went. My mom then pointed out my "sick" girlfriend making out with a guy. My mom threw a full bag of popcorn at her.

And to my future son, I apologize for embarrassing you. You'll thank me in the end.
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revolutionaire. said…
seriously. I'm still laughing over this.

I would totally do that, you know?
June 8, 2009 at 10:40 AM
Samsmama said…
Hysterical. And I'm totally that mom.
June 10, 2009 at 9:05 AM
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