Picture the scene, it's Christmas night, the family, myself, my mother, my sister and her husband and the two teenage children, plus one miscellaneous boyfriend are sitting around the table playing the obligatory Christmas games. There are carols playing gently in the background and all is relatively peaceful.
The game, don't ask me to name it, involved making models from 'play-doh', one person per team modelling the damn stuff against the clock, the other guessing the word the model represents.
There was some small degree of cheating going on and in the excitement of the moment my modeller, youngest teenage child, tried to indicate to me what it was she was modelling, exasperated at my apparent lack of ability to identify the blue 'blob' infront of her.
Oldest teenage child at this point, much miffed at the bending of rules was heard to shout across the room at hight decibel levels and in all innocence........."you are not allowed to ejaculate".
I suspect the word she was looking for was probably'gesticulate'.
There was one of those silent moments, offending teenager utterly confused and the rest of us trying our damnedest not to fall about hysterically.
We failed dismally!
Love it!
Tuesday, 29 December 2009
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4 Comments:
Like your innocence. What teenager these days does not know about ejaculate and associated the blob with such a substance?
jw too idle to do google check-in
Anon: Lol...oh that aspect I am sure she understands, she wasn't aware of her error in choice of words tho! heh.
Talk about a red faced moment.I can understand the part of could not keep from cracking up.
For approximately 30 seconds I couldn't breathe for laughing there! Fabulous anecdote!
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