While sitting on the couch, waiting for my ex, her mom came out to show me her pistol and tell me she better be home on time.
Sitting watching TV late at night with the same ex, her mom came out waving her taser around me, clicking it on and off and saying she better not have any grandkids anytime soon. (Besides being butt raped by Michael Clarke Duncan, not being tasered is 2nd on my fears list)
Watching TV again she brought out her belts and pictures from the 88' Olympics. She also teaches taekwondo on the side of her regular job.
Even after all of this, I got along with the mom sometimes better than the daughter. Also, we both love to talk about sportbikes and other people at the meets. I consider her to be my second mother.
And this would be her:
Just from talking with other friends they have some pretty crazy stories. Looking forward to readin yalls.