So this is sort of knitting related. I was talking to my mom about the knitted Christmas presents that people are getting. My brother is getting a knitted bowtie, and I told her that I wanted to make Dad some socks, but that he only liked one brand of nasty sweat-inducing acrylic socks. To which she sent me the following text.
In order to understand the full implications of this, you need to realize something. My parents are very conservative and they never make sex jokes or let a sex joke slip by without a FACE OF SEVERE DISAPPROVAL. Which is why I was completely flabbergasted by this.
Since when do my parents joke about this stuff????? Does this mean that I’m an adult now?