Sterling Snow wrote:Yay, first post!
Okay, it's time for The Pot Story:
So the youth group leader at my church, Jody, went to Mexico a few years ago for a mission trip (she was a teen at the time). A few days into it the adults decided they would cross the border back into the US to go shopping and get lunch. They told the kids whatever you do, don't mess around at the border, just get through. So while they were in this little town in Texas Jody found this adorable little flower pot. She bought it and put it in a plastic sack. When they were crossing the border, one of the officials asked her what was in the sack. She replied, "Oh, it's just a little pot." The guy looked at her strangely, and she was like, "Oh, crap, he probably thinks I'm a drug smuggler now." He let her through, though.
I'll be back soon, I have a million funny stories
LMAO, that's great. You said pot and I went directly to the border patrol went. I don't know how I could have backpeddled myself out of that situation.
As for my own story ... I don't know how funny it is, but it was definitely a moment that I chuckle about now. I began hanging out with this guy I had always been "work friends" with. Well, fast forward 3 years and our life circumstances found us with me broken up from my ex and his spouse passing away. (Sad I know, complicated too) So, we were hanging out at his house watching a movie and I can't remember how it all got started. I think it was we were watching this scene in a movie where this guy shows up on this woman's doorstep and one thing leads to another and they have sex. Well, I noticed her bra and panties didn't match and made the comment that she hadn't been expecting male company.
And he says, "Why do you say that?"
"Because her undies don't match. She was just kicking it around the house. If she had been expecting him the blue bra wouldn't have been mismatched with black undies. She'd probably have shaved her legs."
By now he's paused the movie and we start having a serious discussion about this. A conversation that leads into women having pixie haircuts and the length we enjoy women's hair. And then came around to facial hair. I remarked about how I wasn't all too fond of the overly hairy beard.
And he says, "Yeah, I don't particularly like my girlfriends to have hairy faces."
Not thinking, because we weren't dating, I said, as I touched my upper lip, "Are you saying I have a hairy face?"
He looks at me, one eyebrow kind of cocked and this crooked grin on his face. "Are you saying you're my girlfriend?"
I panicked, because we're just buddies and this is the first time we've hung out by ourselves. So, I let the only thing that came to mind slip out, "Uh, no." Then I began to stare intently at the paused movie, while I blushed (I swear) from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.
He chuckled and then pressed play.
I rolled my eyes at myself and wanted to slap a hand to my forehead. I was so embarrassed that I even said that, thinking, "God, I hope he doesn't I think we're dating."
Of course, things changed later. And there is another funny story, but this post is super long as it is. lol I'll save it for later...