Too Much Information

We don’t have secrets at the restaurant. 

We know about one another’s sexual exploits, drunken embarrassments, (sometimes these are the same thing), stints in jail, arrests, bodily functions, piercings and tattoos.  Newcomers are shocked at how much information we share with one another, but soon they either start dishing up their own stories or we make some up for them. 

The new rumour is that Darren wants a Prince Albert.

Not this guy.

(For those of you who don’t know what a Prince Albert is, Google ‘Prince Albert piercing’ at your own risk.)

The guys are more concerned with the possible piercing than the women are.  They talk about nothing else; we forget about it.

Tonight when Chris and I were outside smoking he said, “I can just see Darren getting that Prince Albert hooked on someone’s Adam’s apple.”

I stared at him for a minute.  “Do you mean tonsil?  Cuz only guys have Adam’s apples.”

HAHAHA!  Maybe Darren *does* have a secret only Chris knows about.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. DarcKnyt
    Nov 16, 2009 @ 04:11:39

    OH, those Freudian slips! 🙂

    HAHAHA! Right?!

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  2. Sherri
    Nov 16, 2009 @ 07:22:14

    LOL @ “not this guy”

    *urp* @ the google pic of a prince albert piercing

    Even more disturbing are the number of videos on the subject. My children will not be allowed to access the internet again until they’re 18.

    If you think that’s disturbing, google a Jacob’s Ladder. I think there are some serious self hate issues involved in this behaviour.

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  3. nursemyra
    Nov 16, 2009 @ 14:31:05

    ha.. that was some slip of the tongue

    Or was it…

    Nice seeing you here, haven’t seen you before. Thanks for stopping by.

    Reply

  4. DarcsFalcon
    Nov 16, 2009 @ 15:13:35

    Why, oh why, would someone want to do that to themselves? I’ve seen some sick things too, but I will never, ever, understand. Thank God!

    Again, I think there is some serious self hatred involved. I don’t know about the other ladies out there, but no way is some guy with metal in his junk getting frisky with me. I’m just sayin’…

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