Dude...Your Mom is SMOKIN'

Not exactly a MILF tale, but still quite funny.

So, we're sitting around a table in our usual hangout - a southside tavern. It's me, Trixie, Jackson and Bridget. We're waiting for Van to arrive, and naturally we're talking about him.

The conversation weaves to drug use, specifically which is the proper direction to pass the pipe. We all agreed that when we smoked, we always passed it to the left.

Out of nowhere, a guy at the table next to us responds incredulously "LEFT??? YOU PASS TO THE LEFT??? EVERYBODY I KNOW PASSES TO THE RIGHT!"

At this point, the man polls the inhabitants of his table, which include another "rough n' shady" looking guy, a thin girl whose appearance illustrates a life of heavy drug use and numerous group sex experiences she's been part of but still remains unaware, another equally offensive looking girl and a lady wearing a cheap straw cowboy hat who's been 60 years old for at least five or six years.

The discussion continues at the opposite table and we at our table simply enjoy the banter. The original objector then shouts to the lady in the cowboy hat "HEY MOM! WHICH WAY DO YOU PASS IT??!!"

She responds:

"I DON'T! I JUST SIT IN THE MIDDLE AND TAKE IT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE!"

And they say kids and parents don't communicate enough anymore.