Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Three Stages...

Y'know, it just occurred to me... There are three stages in a man's life when it comes to the ol' coitus interruptus...

  • There's getting caught by your/her parents. (BTDT.)

  • There's getting caught by your roommate. (Also BTDT.)

  • But the worst, IMHO, is getting caught by your kids... (needless to say...)

That is all.

12 comments:

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

I'M JUST HELPING YOUR MOTHER GET A CRICK OUT OF HER BACK! GO BACK TO BED, JUNIOR! KNOCK NEXT TIME!

JD said...

Jay, Jay, Jay. . . . WAY too much info dude. . . .

You know you were typing and not just thinking it right. . . .

= )

JD said...

Of course my other thought was " dude, don't you have duck tape? Much cheaper than a baby sitter . . . "

Just kidding DYS. . .

knitalot3 said...

Door locks?

If unavailable, a shoe wedged under the door will at least slow them down ;-P

Anonymous said...

Just wait for coitus interruptus by your GRAND-kids . . .

- Brad

Ambulance Driver said...

It's okay, son. Your mother's having a little trouble getting started this morning and I'm just giving her a push start.

Go back to bed.

Anonymous said...

Dude. DUDE!

Anonymous said...

Ahahahahhahaha. Nice one, Jay!

Borepatch said...

Stage four:

"You're doing it wrong."

;-)

Jay G said...

By the time you get to stage 4, you're pretty much shootin' pool with a rope anyways...

Anonymous said...

By the time you get to stage 4, you're pretty much shootin' pool with a rope anyways...

Not in the age of viagra! *giggle*

Robert said...

Dude. Doorlocks.