Today I was having a lovely conversation with my brother. We have been phone tagging most of the week and it was nice to finally catch up.
Somewhere towards the end of the conversation I said that I had to get going because ‘I had to go food shopping.’
He hesitated and then said, “What did you say?!”, with a bit of surprise in his voice. I told him that I had to go food shopping and thought, jeez, his life must be mighty dull for him to ask me to repeat that.
“Oh!”, he said, “I thought you said you had to give a blow job.”
Really?! I mean this was my friggin’ brother, mind you, not my husband who I would expect this response from.