Just One of the Guys

Strip gold fish. Bad singing. Eating. Cursing. Having awkward and PG-13 conversations that can merely escape an R. Some how I didn’t think any of these answers would go over well with my parents. Especially that cursing. Bad stuff, right there. Knowing them they wouldn’t care I was playing strip poker with a group of guys as long as I was social.
“We watch movies and joke around,” my parents nod and I feel achieved. Good. I needed them to think the guys are better then they actually are. Even though they are amazing, I’ve gotten used to most of their pervy jokes and comments so it barely has an effect on me. My mom might have a coronary at the word pervy. No wait, that’s not might. She will. And the only one that mentions the conversation going to the deep end is me. Everyone else is off in their world of R ratings while I’m stuck in the mental state of a PG-13 wishing she wasn’t listening to R. Does that even make sense?

Chasity Cole; the female
Levi Abrams; The hot
Rick Caverly; the funny
Adrian Muller; the mill
Sheldon Arms; the nerd