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No Ice Cream for Any­body

Mom: We can’t have ice cream. You just had can­dy at the movie.
Lit­tle girl: Mom, you are such a gut­ter-skank.
Mom, flab­ber­gast­ed: What did you say?! What did you call me?! Where did you hear that term?!
Lit­tle girl: Dad.

Capi­tol Street
Sacra­men­to, Cal­i­for­nia

Over­heard by: To­tal Gut­ter­skank