Moms Gone Wild

Backstory: Mom went to a raunchy NYC bachelorette party for a friend’s daughter. She told me this type of thing didn’t exist when she got married in the 70s.

Sorry I missed your call.  I just got back from New York City. I went with N– and an entourage of young and less young women for N’s bachelorette party. I know, you can’t beleive it. It was quite a trip. We went to Hunk-a-Mania where I saw things I didn’t want to see, P– got mad and went home on a bus, and D–, who rented a Suburban and drove us there, had a turkey fly into the car’s windshield and smash it to bits! What a weekend.
Love, Mom

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    • 1.  j

      Gotta watch out for that Wild Turkey.

      May 5, 2009 at 10:35 am

    • 2.  T

      Is that what they’re calling it these days? Turkey?

      May 5, 2009 at 11:37 am

    • 3.  Mo

      Wow, mom even has her own entourage!

      May 5, 2009 at 9:18 pm

    • 4.  B

      I can’t come up with a comment that would be any funnier than that email!

      May 5, 2009 at 10:33 pm

    • 5.  dsrtflwr

      Do turkeys fly?

      May 9, 2009 at 1:05 pm

    • 6.  mfk

      Oh man, turkeys totally fly. I know because in high school I had the same thing happen to me!!! A turkey hit my windshield at 65 mph (well, my car was going 65 and the turkey happened to be in the way), and the windshield shattered (so did the turkey). But yes, they definitely fly. My mom actually didn’t believe me that turkeys can fly, and said the turkey must have been, and I quote, “pushed by some kind of evil force”…. because otherwise how could it have been in the air, right? Unfortunately this conversation was not in an email or I would post it.

      May 9, 2009 at 9:12 pm

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Love, Mom