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Can Of Nickels

My mother dropped some coins into an empty 12-ounce can of Budweiser (which she had washed out), because someone had told her that the improvised device was an effective way to keep your dog from pissing on the floor. It was our family’s first dog: a sad, dumb, pure English bulldog named Crash. The dog was so pure in fact… Read more →


Mom: I worry. Son: Please don’t. We were safe. Mom: Did you wear a condom? Son: Yeah, that’s what I meant. Mom: Why? You don’t like this girl? Son: What? No, I do like her. But you still have to wear condoms. Mom: Why? She don’t wantta have a baby? Son: I don’t wantta have a baby. Mom: Then how… Read more →