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Anonymous wrote:I think handjob and pearl necklace win this- awesome!!

I had an ex bf with home we'd gotten busy. Later we were laying on the beach with his parents and he was playing with my abdomen, petting my skin around my navel when he suddenly yells "what is this crud in your belly button??"... it was 'skin flakes' of his cum from earlier. I glared at him and he kept going on and on about I was shedding or I had a sunburn... when he finally made eye contact I had my head cocked to the side like "remember doing that?" he shut up but by then his mum and grandmum were leaning into the crevasse of my incredibly deep (cum catcher) belly button musing over what it was. I left to go for a swim.

I want that bag of old scrunchies from PP's MIL though. You can wash them and they are hard to find in bigger sizes these days!

My only awkward moment with MIL was my fault. I had an inflamed hair on my bikini line but between my thighs, so couldn't run in a marathon we had planned with inlaws. I said 'wanna see it' and MIL said yes, so I showed her the crotch shots on my phone where I had taken pics to see wth was hurting so bad 'down there'. It was supposed to be a mum- daughter moment where she was like 'awww I feel for you' but then DH came along and was horrified that I was showing her my bits.

Everything in this post is disgusting and disturbing.

You are all made for each other.

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HA! This is like the incredibly awkward opening scene of a play or a short story...cuckoo, indeed!

Anonymous wrote:The first time I went to my ILs for a visit, before we married, MIL had been wearing resistance tights, and had been trying several things to improve her circulation. She had gotten it into her head that she NEEDED to walk/shake/move/stand up every 15 minutes or so.

So when we were just a few minutes into our first real sit-down conversation, she springs up and starts walking around the "loop" of the first floor of their tiny house in circles. It's a small house, so the path from the sitting room to the kitchen through the bedroom hallways and back is very short. So she could still hear us and still talk to us.

It was just crazy. I didn't know her AT ALL, and every few minutes, she'd spring up mid-sentence and start zipping around. Once, she jumped up just as the coo-coo clock started coo-cooing, and I just lost it, laughing so hard. It was bizzare!

Anonymous wrote:I think handjob and pearl necklace win this- awesome!!

I had an ex bf with home we'd gotten busy. Later we were laying on the beach with his parents and he was playing with my abdomen, petting my skin around my navel when he suddenly yells "what is this crud in your belly button??"... it was 'skin flakes' of his cum from earlier. I glared at him and he kept going on and on about I was shedding or I had a sunburn... when he finally made eye contact I had my head cocked to the side like "remember doing that?" he shut up but by then his mum and grandmum were leaning into the crevasse of my incredibly deep (cum catcher) belly button musing over what it was. I left to go for a swim.

I want that bag of old scrunchies from PP's MIL though. You can wash them and they are hard to find in bigger sizes these days!

My only awkward moment with MIL was my fault. I had an inflamed hair on my bikini line but between my thighs, so couldn't run in a marathon we had planned with inlaws. I said 'wanna see it' and MIL said yes, so I showed her the crotch shots on my phone where I had taken pics to see wth was hurting so bad 'down there'. It was supposed to be a mum- daughter moment where she was like 'awww I feel for you' but then DH came along and was horrified that I was showing her my bits.

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Anonymous wrote:The Costanzas have brought a loaf of marbled rye bread which, when it isn't served with the meal, Frank sneaks away when they leave. While George and his parents are in the car, his parents continue to complain about the Rosses https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rye

Missing bread pp- thanks for reminding me about this episode! lol, we did stop on the way home and get a loaf of the bread to bring to my parents as a way to smooth things over but it is still something my mom talks about sometimes- like "who does that?!"

Anonymous wrote:Hmm, where to begin?

How about when I met FIL and MIL for the first time and MIL repeatedly asked me what language I spoke, whether I spoke Hindi, what language my parents spoke, what language did we speak in the house, etc. By the way, I was talking to her in english.

How about at our engagement ceremony hosted by future IL's where MIL physically dragged me around their house telling me to touch her friends' dirty feet.

Or was it the time that FIL was dying of cancer and MIL looked at DH and said in front of me "when are you moving DIL in so she can start taking care of FIL?" I was studying for the bar exam at the time, DH was living in his own condo, I was living in my own condo, and future 40-something SIL had decided this was the perfect time to move out of FIL and MIL's house into her boyfriend's house.

Anonymous wrote:My small town MIL hosted a shower for me before our wedding (which my etiquette conscious mother said was improper). When I arrived I was given a corsage to wear. I had to sit on a "throne" (a dining room chair decorated with paper streamers) to open the presents. When I finished, my SIL pulled the cord on a paper bell hanging above my head and a whole bunch of little paper hearts rained down on me.

Anonymous wrote:I think handjob and pearl necklace win this- awesome!!

I had an ex bf with home we'd gotten busy. Later we were laying on the beach with his parents and he was playing with my abdomen, petting my skin around my navel when he suddenly yells "what is this crud in your belly button??"... it was 'skin flakes' of his cum from earlier. I glared at him and he kept going on and on about I was shedding or I had a sunburn... when he finally made eye contact I had my head cocked to the side like "remember doing that?" he shut up but by then his mum and grandmum were leaning into the crevasse of my incredibly deep (cum catcher) belly button musing over what it was. I left to go for a swim.

I want that bag of old scrunchies from PP's MIL though. You can wash them and they are hard to find in bigger sizes these days!

My only awkward moment with MIL was my fault. I had an inflamed hair on my bikini line but between my thighs, so couldn't run in a marathon we had planned with inlaws. I said 'wanna see it' and MIL said yes, so I showed her the crotch shots on my phone where I had taken pics to see wth was hurting so bad 'down there'. It was supposed to be a mum- daughter moment where she was like 'awww I feel for you' but then DH came along and was horrified that I was showing her my bits.

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Anonymous wrote:I did a load of laundry at my ILs house and expected to be the one to collect it from the washer and move it to the dryer. But someone beat me to it. Instead of moving my undies (brightly colored hanky panky thongs) to the dryer as I usually do, the person carefully hung up each of my thongs on clips and knobs around the laundry room for them to air dry.

When I came and saw my undies on full display, I laughed and went to "thank" my MIL for hanging up my undies. She said with pride, "oh, no! That wasn't me! Your FIL did it!"

Creepy

Seriously...did you ever look him in the eye again?

Anonymous wrote:Some very funny stories here!