I was in some stupid ego match, and some guy made the comment that was one of those machismo put-downs akin to, “I fucked your mom.” So I snapped back, “She died in 1987, so I guess that makes you a pedophile.” I meant to say “necrophile,” but my mouth said something different than my brain, and I screwed it up. Thankfully, he didn’t pick up on it, and shot back my mom died knowing I was a disappointment. But he went too far, and his friend stopped him, like, “stop before this becomes a physical fight.” I had ZERO intention of making it a physical fight (I would have lost), but he backed down anyway and it just awkwardly ended with me remembering I said the wrong word for almost two decades, now.
I was in some stupid ego match, and some guy made the comment that was one of those machismo put-downs akin to, “I fucked your mom.” So I snapped back, “She died in 1987, so I guess that makes you a pedophile.” I meant to say “necrophile,” but my mouth said something different than my brain, and I screwed it up. Thankfully, he didn’t pick up on it, and shot back my mom died knowing I was a disappointment. But he went too far, and his friend stopped him, like, “stop before this becomes a physical fight.” I had ZERO intention of making it a physical fight (I would have lost), but he backed down anyway and it just awkwardly ended with me remembering I said the wrong word for almost two decades, now.
Idk I think that’s even better somehow
I dunno, feels a little too muskian.
Well, that pretty much sums up my life.