
So basically yeah… there is a naked statue of my mom near the pool in our backyard patio. My dad had it sculpted recently as a gift to her and the statue itself is roughly 10ft tall on a pedestal. Every time I go to the pool I have to pretend like it’s not there because yeah… that’s my mom…
My new friend from work came over the house and I didn’t even end up telling him about the statue because I thought he wouldn’t go to the poolside and then he says he’s going outside to smoke and I’m like: “Ok maybe he won’t notice the statue…” yeah I was wrong.
After like 20 minutes he comes back into my room and he’s like: “Brooo who is that statue of? She’s so fucking hot.”
And I’m like: “That’s my mom…”
And he goes from gooning to wanting to yeet himself from our house’s balcony. Like he even laughed afterwards and asked why it’s there and I told him why and he asked if my dad was a bachelor beforehand. No, my dad just likes naked statues. I guess it’s an acquired taste.
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