Well that is a bit enticing….
Nah, death overrated.
To the pain, however…
Mom and Dad won’t kill you, but you might find that preferable to being grounded for a couple of decades.
Poor Ian on the other hand may never know what hit him.
Dusters? The western coat, or the French Maid feather duster?
If we dood it we get a whippin…We DOOD it!
If I foresee correctly, western coats.
Mom? Naah she’s probably party to it.
Dad, on the other hand…
Then again, you’re supposed to do dumb stunts when you’re young. Let them get it over with now, so they won’t be tempted when they’re middle-aged!
Once the “Adjustment” process starts, everyone wants to play. “Show a little skin to win” turns into the “nudey follies”. Dad’s going to love it.
Frisk Daddy and take his car keys, until he cools down. The neighbors might not even notice the mushroom cloud. (Unless they also have daughters.)
Momma has a long night ahead.
Of course with Sam keeping Zed occupied contemplating string theory, they might not arrive until after the twins have won the contest.
And you might need “killin”.
Just because you are adults and can do your own dumb shit does not give you the right or the control to reflect on others; it ain’t just your rep at issue.
And Ian best watch his own ass as he’s watching hers…
And what about Jack? (I think I have the correct name)
Having raised two daughters, and with two grandkids in progress, I’d rate “We’re adults” as the teen equivalent of “Hold my beer.”
Both are harbingers of doom.
Then she adds the dreaded, “Trust me”; that’s the teen equivalent of “Oh Shit!”
ladies, there is always something to be said for leaving things to our imaginations.
the Fan Dancer was always more enticing than the plain old stripper….
I miss tan lines…where you know, for a fact, the skin you’re seeing not even the sun has kissed….
I’ve always thought of tan lines as hilighter for the good parts.
Well … sometimes with DBD … nothing is left to the imagination.
But … the ladies do seem to have tan lines which seem evident whenever they are sans bikinis.
Dang I had forgotten about that…irresistible indeed!
Strange though, less than ten months ago the jar was about 2/3 full for ‘22! Timing is way off, for reasons CM explained. Some nekkid twins might indeed help, even if the ‘rents do have to kill ‘em.
I always thought of that day as “How to tell the twins apart, if you can get permission to look close enough.”
So we finally get to meet Ian. Should be … interesting.
Especially if it’s the first time Zed meets Ian as his daughter’s Significant Other.
To quote Scooby-Doo: “RUH-ROH!”
I’ve been happily married for 63 years.
A very great deal of this is due to her giving me to sons.
Scenario: Your fourteen year old comes home with a ripped shirt.
If it is your son, you sigh and ask, “How’d that happen?”
If it is your daughter, you shriek, “WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SHIRT!”
I was spared the stress of thinking of that possibility every day for a decade or two — this makes things lotsa easier for you AND your wife, and so you live happier and longer. 🙂
Having daughters is for those more courageous than I.
I didn’t know we had a choice!
Had two boys as well, boys are simpler, it’s a lot easier keeping an eye on two dicks than every one in town
We’ve been married 53 years, and survived two daughters. One reason is that the only complaint about the first daughter (the one who spent her adolescence reading books) was that she was no preparation whatsoever for our second one.
After several false starts with unsavory boyfriends (including the felon who planned on making a living off lawsuits from “falling down” in stores) she finally got snagged by our fine son-in-law.
Now she has twins, and her mother’s curse, “One day you will have children just like you are,” is our sweet revenge.
Oh dear… Mom ‘n Dad ‘re gonna kill you…
An all true “truism” “teenage daughters are your punishment for being a teenage boy”
A question for the ladies that I have never had clear answer to: when caught wearing nothing but a bra and undies, most go diving into any place that offers cover but 15 minutes later show up at the beach wearing nothing but sandals, two band-aids and a cork?
…t’is a puzzle …
Anyway it appears that our two debutantes are about to do their own research into string theory …
Sometimes the string stretches, sometimes the string snaps…
We had four boys and three girls, and I can testify that girls give you white hair much faster than boys. Boys are straightforward. Girls … are not.
I hope they were also taught Hand to Hand…bikini’s have no place to carry any protection, if the “Mostly male” crowd gets unruly, grabby, graspy? Best hope Zed has more friends in the audience than “acquaintances”, Ian is a frikk’n Ninja, or the cyborgs are in attendance.
I had a girlfriend down in that part of Texas when I was in college, her Grammas advice to her about personal dress/behavior choices was “Don’t eat meat in front of hungry Children”.
“You can look but not touch” isn’t effective when flashing cash or gash in a rowdy crowd.
Perhaps they were taught the same concealment techniques used by Minerva to stash her heaters (or were they REALLY just novelty chocolate candy bars?).
Maybe the best way to explain it to them is…”If you start something that I have to solve, the only time you will ever see me for the rest of my life will be through bars…and only then for a few minutes a month”
Nothing legal cools unwanted adoration faster than a big, haybale throwing, Redneck brother. Or a shotgun using father.
Somehow, I see Sheriff Tucker getting involved soon, with Sam thanking him for his intervention.
Lord have Mercy cuz their Dad won’t.
I see them cleaning out holding tanks and grease taps for the next month
How quickly Kiko and Mari have forgotten having to hand load thousands of rounds after they got their driver’s licenses and Kiko got caught speeding.
Given the performances of Skye, Naomi, and Sam singing the blues in the DoubleD Bar, I’d say the girls have what it takes to win the title on the up and up.
Jack and Ian could significantly improve their standing with Zed, if they convince the girls NOT to do it Their Way.
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