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Sweat Drips Down My....

Kids can be source of amusement. You can be a friend and be a parent. You can have boundaries, let them have fun, and be "inappropriate' and cut up sometimes...well I can. You can do whatever you want with yours. Mine like me and i like that. They also know how to act when it's important. My little boy has a thing about saying BALLS. Yours probably does to, i f you have one, even if you don't know it, i bet ya he does. BALLS is funny!
If you don't believe me, just watch "The Proposal" with Sandra Bullock. BALLS are hilarious!!!

I started my morning pretty normal. Then I was downloading some music. And then it started. I texted my hubby some funny raunchy lyrics in hopes that he would crackup in front of either his boss or a customer. I went down hill from there! Da dum da dum dum dum dum....hahaha
Well anyway, we both thought that scene in the movie was funny, if you haven't seen it, go to red box and get it! You will see!

So like I said, my daughter is developmentally delayed. No big deal. But sometimes it's hard to get her to do normal teen age girl shit, so I bribe her. I get a kick out of it, and she gets a giggle out of it and maybe feels "normal" for a few minutes". Well I had to go to the store. Me and the lil guy like to cut up and have fun in the car. She DOESN'T! So, that song..the "sweat drips down my balls" one comes around on the MP3 player. I am SURE you see where this is going. Me and the kid are singing at the top of our lungs, windows down, and the poor girl is red as a beet through the whole First time. And he hits repeat, and by then she is scootin down in the seat...the girl is no dummy, she knows people are looking in at the stop lights, but I don't really give a crap, it's funny, and she's embarrassed of her mom, and that's a normal 16 year old reaction, so I'm of course gonna milk it for all it's worth.
I turned the volume down a little and offered her five bucks if she'll sing it...again, she's no dummy! So she starts belting it out, till she looks over and sees the guy in the car next to us looking over about the time she should be singin about sweat dripping down her balls! So she doubles over in the seat. Too funny!

Eventually I took pity on the poor kid and had him change it, and Brooks n Dunn "play somethin' country " comes on. About the third verse,I almost wrecked the car when I hear a big AWOOOOOOOOOOO come out of that kids mouth right along with the radio. PRICELESS!

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