On the phone yesterday after talking about the Jesus tile in her bathroom:
Mom: What are you going to do in Japan?
Me: There's nothing left to do, we did everything last summer
Mom: I'm sure there's something
Me: Nope, but I will get to have lots sex so that's good
Mom: I really don't think you'd travel that far and spend that much money for sex
Me: Actually, think about it. How much does a high class whore cost?
Mom (interrupting): Evan..
Me: At least $500-$700 (thanks sonz70 for the pricing info)
Mom (interrupting): Evan I have to go
Me: And my flight is only $350 and living expenses will...
Mom: Evan I have to go now
Me: Fine, love you
Mom: Love you
Pretty much every conversation with my mom ends up talking about sex or drugs or killing 5 year olds in a gym. Is that weird?
Mom: What are you going to do in Japan?
Me: There's nothing left to do, we did everything last summer
Mom: I'm sure there's something
Me: Nope, but I will get to have lots sex so that's good
Mom: I really don't think you'd travel that far and spend that much money for sex
Me: Actually, think about it. How much does a high class whore cost?
Mom (interrupting): Evan..
Me: At least $500-$700 (thanks sonz70 for the pricing info)
Mom (interrupting): Evan I have to go
Me: And my flight is only $350 and living expenses will...
Mom: Evan I have to go now
Me: Fine, love you
Mom: Love you
Pretty much every conversation with my mom ends up talking about sex or drugs or killing 5 year olds in a gym. Is that weird?
