Ned Seagoon
April 4th, 2008, 06:50 AM
The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their 8-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with an icecream and tell him to report on all the neighbourhood ativities.
He began his commentary as mum and dad jumped in the cot to put their plan into operation:
"There's a car being towed down the street," he shouted.
A few moments passed ... "An ambulance just drove by"
A few moments later," Looks like the Anderson's have company", he called out, Aaron's riding a new bike....."
A few moments later, 'Looks like the Smiths are back home, Thomas is out on his skate board...."
A few more moments, "The Joneses are having sex !!"
Startled, his Mum and Dad flew up outta bed!
Dad cautiously called out, "How do you know they are having sex ?"
"Matthew Jones is standing on his balcony with an icecream too."
He began his commentary as mum and dad jumped in the cot to put their plan into operation:
"There's a car being towed down the street," he shouted.
A few moments passed ... "An ambulance just drove by"
A few moments later," Looks like the Anderson's have company", he called out, Aaron's riding a new bike....."
A few moments later, 'Looks like the Smiths are back home, Thomas is out on his skate board...."
A few more moments, "The Joneses are having sex !!"
Startled, his Mum and Dad flew up outta bed!
Dad cautiously called out, "How do you know they are having sex ?"
"Matthew Jones is standing on his balcony with an icecream too."