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OH GAHD HAHAHA!"It was like someone turned on an intestinal firehose... woosh the pressure built up in a second.. a stinky slurry behind the flood gates boiling and bubbling. I managed to clench it back in and duck-walk back to the hotel just in time before the levy broke..."
Just a quickie. Kind of appropriate turn of phrase given the following.
Junior is in primary school and at that age when all the kids are talking about this weird thing called sex. And while the (disgusting) mystery of how men and women do it is understood to a dgree by he and his contemporaries, he was, apparently, mystified by 'how gay men do it'.
I know this because he asked his mother, the most admirable and diligent Mrs Grizzlym, in a quizzical way about this mystery. A kid called Dylan was apparently espousing wildly incorrect theories on the matter to all and sundry to the grade fours. Grizzlym Jnr, who is kind of baffled by the whole sex thing but knows the general theory, was doubly baffled by any other sort of pairings.
She told me later, "I just froze, not expecting the question and gave him the handball to you 'ask your dad'.
And when me son asked me sometime later, "mum said to ask you..." I gave the handball, completely instinctively, mind you, "ask your granddad he knows all about that stuff... ". Yes, it was shameful.
It came to pass, about a week later, that he did apparently.
My wife was in tears of laughter. She somehow managed to relate what apparently happened in between laughing.
Goes something like this:
"Mum, I asked grandad about that thing," my son said.
"And what did he say, Grizzlym Jnr?" replied my wife.
"He was quite surprised... after a bit he said, ask your dad about that one," my ol' man said. And I can imagine him getting flustered here.
My son, bless his heart didn't let up and said, "but Dad said you'd know all about it..."
Apparently the ol' man was speechless, not wanting to appear too familiar with the intricacies of this mystery, he realised he had to act. He switched into academic mode, although long since retired, and went into battle.
He left the room and, in my son's words, returned "with a big old book, two pencils and a pencil sharpener"
"let's have a look at this book and see what it it says," the Ol' Man said
"He was pretending to read from the book... like instructions... then he held a pencil in each hand and waggled them about," my son said.
"This is man 1 and man 2, and they like being together... he knocked the pencils together and picked up the pencil sharpener...then he went red and looked at the book for ages."
(None of this is a surprise to me as I remember him acting out 'how men and women have babies' with an Explorer sock and Kraft cheese stick when I was young.)
"He went forward a page then back again and started to mutter."
"Bugger," exclaimed my ol' man, "it's missing the page we need... how about we go out for potato cakes?"
I will add, that I did fulfill my parental responsibilities and got exactly the same reaction as when outlining heterosexual sex to Jnr, "yuck, I'm never having sex".
Never forget the ol' Man and the Explorer Sock ad Cheese Stick.
While brandishing the Cheese Stick he said, "this is the man".
He waved the Explorer Sock in the other hand, "and he loves this woman".
"And they love each other."
He then, with a kind of dazed look on his face, put the Cheese Stick into the sock.
"they start kissing," he said as he played with the sock in his hand, " and they roll around in the bed"
"the Cheese Stick is now inside the sock.... and remember the Cheese Stick is the man and the sock is the woman," he said profoundly.
The sock itself was a dark blue, very aged Explorer Sock. There were burs in it that had long since become a permanent part of the fabric. And it had a whole in the toe.
While he was simulating the fun the Cheese Stick was having inside the sock, the Cheese Stick fell out of the hole in the toe and onto the floor.
He suddenly looked happy, as the cosmos had come to the party for him.
"And ninth months later a baby Cheese Sick is born," he said even more profoundly.
We sat on the end of the bed in silence. I didn't know what he was on about, or what to say.
As we sat there, he started to munch on the Cheese Stick.
My younger brother later told me he was subjected to a demonstration that utilised some kind of special puppets that our Ol' Man acquired for that important talk.
For a good storyteller you are, can't help but think your legend of a father's messed up.
Like, that wringing of smoke or whatever it was into a Yahtzee cup and putting it on the bathtub, who would even think that apart from someone disturbed and unperturbed about the aftermath, rammifications or reactions of shock?
I'm picturing a house with wooden floorboards situated in the Dandenongs.
Ah, no. He lives in a very nice period home in one of Melbourne's nicer burbs.
He did, however, once sand the floors in a couple of the front rooms.
Made a huge big deal out of it, like he was flying to the moon or something.
Headed off to Kennard's and rented the beltsander. Got all the protective gear to wear.
Did heaps of unnecessary things. Then after a ling afternoon sanding he whinged about the 'bloody useless sander he'd rented'
About how it had marked the floor but not sanded.
So off to Kennard's he went to return the defective tool, demanded his money back, and get a sander that actually worked.
My brother, who was there, tells me the Ol' Man went in all expert and lawyer-like. Until, that is, the guy pointed out, "mate, you need to put a sanding belt on before you start'.
As we sat there, he started to munch on the Cheese Stick.
Oh god, was around at the ol' man's casa today. I encountered a most distressing situation; at once utterly vile, baffling and completely wonderous.
And yes, I snapped a photo. I will post it soon.
No thank you... But I could probably imagine your face resembling this when you encountered the rag:Try being there.