(”Hi, I’m an admin for a group called Exotic Sex Toy and Nerdy Star Wars References, and we’d love to have this added to the group!”)
It’s not all flaccidity and granny panties, of course, but these days when I think of the letter G I’m more apt to think of General Audience than spot, you know? The other day JB joked that while he’s out of town this week I should invite a girlfriend over to “help me out while he’s gone”, wink wink nudge nudge, and when I rolled my eyes and asked him who in hell he thought I could shanghai into pitching in with round-the-clock diaper changes he said no, not that kind of help, har de har hoo heh ha, and I was all, whatever with your stupid lesbo fantasy, dude, I’m staring down the barrel of another week of solo shit-shrapnel duty over here and my brain has no room for hot girl on girl action, not even if it was Angelina Jolie sporting those Tomb Raider thigh holster deals and a support team of French-speaking nannies.
Please go read it all.
It occurred to me that some of y’all may have no clue about what the title of this post is about. It was a comment a long time ago, and I’m pretty sure it was Jeff Foxworthy who made it, about how they didn’t realize they had installed their baby monitor backward. They just thought they had a kid that was a really good sleeper, but then one day the baby sat up and said “Oh, yeah, baby, right there, YES!! I love it when you do that!”