Was talking with a few coworkers about our moms. I told them a few stories about mine.
-My moms favorite part about Vegas is collecting the hooker business cards. She'd use them to prank people by stuffing them in their coat pockets, desk drawers, etc.
-When I was 16, I came home from school to find her and her best friend in the back pasture, absolutely shitfaced, shooting at crows with a 30/30. Her friend told me I have a "tight ass" and then they made me take them through the taco bell drive through. I vaguely remember my mom telling the guy at the drive through "you talk like a faggot".
-My friend got a rapalla stuck in the top of my head when we were fishing when I was 12. We rowed back to camp with this fucking lure stuck in my head and my mom clipped the hook, pulled it out, and poured 2 shots of vodka on my head.
Apparently, I had a unique childhood.