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I suppose not strictly speaking mumuendo this one as my little brother (he’s taller than me and has been since he was 11 and I was 13. Nice!) made it happen. But it made me laugh nonetheless.
Some more mumuendo for all you juvenile shit-for-brains. Don’t be offended – I meant that affectionately in the same way that the most sincere greeting or farewell between my brothers and I is a ‘fuck-off’ v-sign.
Some aquatic Mumuendo for you to get your oar into. When talking about an ill-judged Cornish boating trip with her partner my mother dearest said:
Another prime cut of Mumuendo courtesy of my dear old ma, in the sense that without my childish interjections it would have passed entirely unnoticed. When talking to a group of close family about the various solutions she had considered for a particularly troublesome financial problem my mum … Continue reading
Fresh out of my mum’s oven of accidental innuendo. Talking about the perceived difficulties of using an old fashioned rotary dial phone:
The latest slice of my mum’s accidental innuendo. When unnecessarily warning me about about not driving off when someone was getting in the back of the car:
The most recent and possibly the singularly most productive occurence of my mother’s accidental innuendo. When explaining to a room full of extended family the revenge she wants to wreak on me because I frequently and deliberately drop my hat, step on … Continue reading
Another Mumuendo classic for you on this fine Thursday. Will my mum’s well of accidental innuendo ever run dry? I hope not. When talking about drinking Horlicks: