My mom loves celebrity gossip. She can't tell you when Columbus sailed the ocean blue, but she can tell you when Jett Travolta died. She's magnetically drawn to fake words like Brangelina and cover stories that try to get to the bottom of why Tara Reid's stomach looks like skin origami. So while she's getting her nightly fix of E! News, I naturally think it's the perfect time to have a conversation with her about butt plugs (am I the only one who sees Ryan Seacrest and immediately thinks butt plugs?):
Me: "Did you know you can buy a butt plug that looks like Tom Cruise?" My tone is rather nonchalant, as if I just asked her if she knew that you can buy pre-packaged swiss cheese sliced extra thin.
She drops her crochet needles and looks at me. She's not sure if this is a joke because telling her believable lies is something I've done all my life. Like the time I told her peanut butter would make her breasts grow larger. She survived a whole week of that torture before I admitted I was kidding and she could stop eating it by the spoonful and slathering herself in peanut oil.
Mom: "You're kidding, right?"
Me: "No, I'm totally serious. You can shove anything up your ass these days .... Tom Cruise, Santa Claus, Buddha ... "
Mom: "That's ridiculous!"
I smile a little and nod my head as if I agree with her. But I'm not quite done with her yet. You see my mother is Catholic and claims to have never masturbated so whenever I can mix sex and religion, I do.
Me: "You can also buy a Virgin Mary dildo."
Mom: "That's horrible!"
Me: "What? You'd prefer the Crucifixion dildo?"
Mom: "You're lying ... that's a sin."
Me: "Jackhammer Jesus."
Mom: "Huh?"
Me: "It's called Jackhammer Jesus, mom."
Mom: "That's disgusting." She's shaking her head trying to rid herself of the image I've just planted into her mind but she just can't do it. It's a bad seed. Once you hear the words Jackhammer Jesus, your mind automatically pictures Jesus, the cross, the fucking thorns, the Exorcist .....
Me: "Mom, I thought you loved your God. Don't you want to love your God?"
She's still shaking her head and calling me a sinner and stuttering amidst the horror of it all.
Me: "Mom, let's just say somebody did shove Baby Jesus up their ass or touched themselves with the Hand of God ... how many Hail Mary's do you think would cover that?"
Mom: "No..." Now she can't stop blinking as she sees the image of her daughter stumbling drunk through the gates of Hell.
Me: "Ballpark figure?"
Mom: "You didn't...." It's a question, not a statement.
Me: Slight shrug of the shoulder, roll of the eyes, batting lashes .....
Mom: "You better pray tonight."
Me: "Oh I will, mom ... I will ....."
11 comments:
Perfection. Tiny, warm, smooth, baby Jesus shaped perfection.
Did you explain that you were actually quite chaste since you weren't contemplating the "3 Wisemen" selections?
About 10 years ago I told my mom this story (http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/accidentsmishaps/a/biscuit_brain.htm)
Except I told her that it happened to someone in the grocery store parking lot and that I had seen most of the whole thing.
Well, she was on some group tour of something or other and there was a long bus ride to get there. The entertainment director was up telling stories and this happened to be one of them........
Mom said she stood up and told everyone on the bus that it was NOT an urban legend and that it really happened and that her daughter saw the whole thing.......
It still makes me laugh to see mom standing up on this bus and saying that that REALLY happened.....
I still haven't told her any different.
i am unworthy of even a sliver of your comment space today. is there an emoticon for bowing?
@Elly Lou - Have you been reading my diary again?
@Rebecca - See you in hell, lady.
@Magda - I'm totally sending you a Buddha butt plug.
LOMFL!!!! My God I just love you
The Santa Claus butt plug makes the most sense, he's had plenty of practice with chimneys. Does you mother believe in Santa?
Where does one order a jackhammer jesus?? LOL. Stopping by from the 'crib...'
I call Tom Cruise a douche nozzle on a regular basis, so butt plug is just a short trip(zing! pun, gotta love me) Sometimes I really wish my mom was religious and gullable, instead of being the bitch who trained me to be just as I am. I love that you torture yours. It must be fun.
Your so awsome. This is your gay by the way.
God is love, indeed. I can see a tagline now: "REALLY feel the holy spirit..."
I think 3 or so would cover it, nobody, holy or otherwise, really likes repetition. Unless you're talking about motion. Everybody likes that.
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