July 3, 2009
Yes, you read that correctly. Yes, I mean Britney Spears. Yes, I mean her vagina. Let me explain. God, please, let me explain.
So, my son Matt and I are on messenger yesterday morning, and our already stimulating conversation turns to us ‘talking’ with a twangy Britney Spears accent (because, duh, you can hear it just by looking at the typed words) and making fun of the concert incident, in which Spears told her audience inadvertently (she thought her mic was turned off) that her ‘pussa was hangin’ out,’ and that sounds like something I made up, but it’s not. That is Spears’ gold, I tell ya. Oh, and the other incident where she had a very visible string hanging from her nether regions, which honestly, doesn’t surprise me all that much coming from Britney, but doesn’t she have people to check for that sort of thing? She does have people, right? Right.
Anyway, as we are both mocking what Britney said, and of course adding a few extra words in just for fun, Matt stops talking to me. I’m like where did he go? Then my convo box reveals that Matt is typing but holy hell, he’s writing a novel because nothing is popping up on his end of the conversation except I still see Matt is typing. What is he writing about? Then it became quite apparent. He had not been typing, he had been drawing. Yes, on MSN messenger you have a little pencil icon and it lets you freehand with the mouse. Um, well, after we were mocking Brit Brit’s “Oh ma gawd, ma pussa’s hangin’ out y’all,” he comes up with this:
I, of course, was appropriately
laughing my ass off grossed out, shocked so proud of at my son’s ability to be artsy disgusting and as you can see, I let him know by typing ‘um, ewww!!!!,’ that secretly I was dying inside of laughter he went over the line.
So, as you can see, Matt and I have very intellectual conversations on messenger.
Happy Friday, y’all!