Conception Shorts
I once shared a house with an older guy who had gross friends. At least four nights every week, our backyard was full of drunk tradies telling boring stories. However, the following one did interest me.
Damo’s tale:
For my twenty-first birthday, my old man gave me a small box wrapped in blue paper. I unwrapped it and found an old pair of stubbies inside. I was a bit pissed off at getting such a shit birthday present, but then Dad said “Son, these are the shorts I was wearing when you were conceived. I was pretty drunk at the time, but I’ve remembered ever since, and I want you to have these.”
So now I wear them whenever I’m feeling sad, and the Conception Shorts remind me that I’m loved.
I also write down whatever I’m wearing after I shag a chick, just in case I ever have a son, so I can give him his own pair of Conception Shorts.
7 Responses to “Conception Shorts”
wow
Hmmm, I dunno I that’s touching or just strange. Maybe a bit of both.
I enjoyed all their stories. Don’t forget those drunk tradies were quite handy to have around. They welded our clothes line back together after playing goon of fortune. Those boys saved us our bond.
I… That is horrifying.
eww. i hope they’ve been washed.
Omg … imagine if they weren’t washed! The stains therein … would be like, the collection of all of your possible selves. :O
OMG. Extremely yucky and extremely (metaphorically) touching at the same time. My emotional compass just went spinning.
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