Someone’s got to tell him
By raincoaster
Ah, those painful conversations. So necessary. So helpful. So conducive to personal growth.
So painful.
We’ve all lived through them.
The facts of life. The facts of other people’s lives. The fact that the drawers of Mommy and Daddy’s nightstands are locked for good reason. All these things and more must be explained to the innocent little children, repeatedly if necessary, so that by the time they reach adulthood they will be au fait with the borders denoting the private parts of life and will refrain from mentioning them at the dinner table. Failing that, it is devoutly to be hoped they will at least know enough to know when to keep their mouths shut about the unmentionable unmentionableness of the unmentionable(s).
Someone needs to explain that to Fireman French here.
An eight-year-old boy had to be freed by firefighters after getting stuck in a pair of handcuffs he found in his mother’s bedroom…The crew had to use industrial metal cutters to free the boy…
Firefighter Dan French told Portsmouth’s The News: ‘The little boy came to the fire station with his grandmother and had the cuffs hanging from one wrist.
“Before we released him I asked if he was on the run from the police but he assured me he wasn’t…
“It’s beyond my wildest imagination why someone would keep handcuffs in their bedroom!”
February 6th, 2008 at 5:36 pm
It seems his imagination isn’t all that wild!
February 6th, 2008 at 8:17 pm
My thoughts exactly, Glinda! That is one seriously sheltered firefighter.
Remember ladies: kinky is when you use an ostrich feather. Perverted is when you use the whole ostrich.
February 6th, 2008 at 10:35 pm
It IS? Uh-oh.
Nothing. Nevermind. Move along…
February 7th, 2008 at 2:41 am
***snort*** LPA & Rain…you make me laugh… An aquaintance of mine was having one of those horrible parties where you have to buy make up or plastic ware when her 4 year old came tottling into the room holding her “personal massager” and proudly told everyone that she had found mommy’s carrot. Totally embarrassed, the moppet’s mother asked why she called it a carrot to which the little darling replied, “I heard daddy say that was where you kept your rabbit so I know it needs food. I think the bunny got out tho….
February 7th, 2008 at 2:42 am
Oh, Raincoaster, if it’s a consenting, adult ostrich….
February 7th, 2008 at 3:34 am
See, now, I’ve got to get to more Tupperware parties!
February 7th, 2008 at 11:37 am
If that’s as wild as his imagination gets, he’s got some issues…
February 7th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
Yes, the fireman is a bufoon, but Kudos to the parents for having a life. I’m sure the little lad will grow up to be a well adjusted individual.