Interpret signs and catalogue

[barush]

There are times when I adore my mother, seriously.

So I'm sitting here, listening to Johny Cash's cover of Nick Cave's The Mercy Seat and looking at some pics of Chester (LP) from a Ve'Cel photo shoot. And my mother comes in...

Mom: Is that Johny Cash?
Me: Yeah, but the song is by -
Mom: Nick, I know.
Me: How do you know?
Mom: *ignoring the question and pointing at Chester's crotch* Is that his penis?
Me: Er, guess so.
Mom: Dude, what a huge cock!
Me: *mouth hangs open*
Mom: Lunch will be in a minute. *leaves*

Really, it was rather surreal lmao

On another note, I need to finish this!!!!! God, this fic sucks more than anything I've ever written and it's not even done yet. And I can't think of a decent ending! *weeps*

Edit: This is the first time I need an actual help with a fic and nobody's here right now. Good times.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

You are a bit blind :P I am around more often than you think. No stalking, lol.

OSlinka