Dad: Have you heard about all these tea party protest things?
Robin G: Yeah. Stupid, huh?
Dad: You know, I was watching that woman the other night… you know, the good one…
Robin G: Rachel Maddow?
Dad: Right, right. She had someone on there who said that teabagging is actually when–
Robin G: [hastily] Yeah, I know.
Dad: You knew that?
Robin G: Yeah, Dad. What do you think everyone’s been giggling about for the last month?
Dad: I knew there was a joke I wasn’t getting. But apparently teabagging is a homosexual act where one man put his testicles–
Robin G: [even more hastily] YES, Dad, I know, I know.
Dad: You knew this?
Robin G: Yes.
Dad: You knew it was about testic–
Robin G: YES.
Dad: Oh. [pause] So all these guys at these protests saying they’re going to teabag Obama…
Robin G: Yeah, Dad.
Dad: …are really talking about–
Robin G: –yep.
Dad: Huh. I guess you kids all know what that means.
Robin G: Guess so.
Dad: I mean, I know about what other stuff means, like–
Robin G: –so, how about the O’s, huh?
And now I will drink bleach in the hopes of expunging this phone conversation from my brain.
April 15, 2009 by Robin G

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. Oh God. This might be my favorite thing ever. Thank you for not keeping this one to yourself.
If I kept it to myself it would just rattle around in my brain forever, and this is NOT the sort of thing you want rattling around in your brain.
Sorry hon, but I laughed out loud. I’d die if that happened to me though. The thought of my dad saying “testicles” makes me want to die.
It actually got worse. He called the next day and asked about a joke on Daily Show involving a cucumber.
I know I’m a little behind on the commenting, but that was absolutely hilarious. Thankfully, I would never have to have that convo with Mom and Dad. They are far too innocent to detect something might be amiss. Sometimes, it’s nice to have uber-religious parents.
You never know. They might spring it on you. Be on guard.