“Dude, this is awkward.”
“I know,” I said.

My mother had insisted on making Jonny and I watch a show about breasts.

“ OMG !...boobs,” Jonny whispered.
“Hahaha, yeah. I know, right? When was the last time we got to see boobs when my own mother insisted on it?!”
“Umm, dude, never?”
“That’s the point! Holy Bob Saget!!! Look at that!”

Just then, my mom walked in.
“How is it?”
“Umm…great, Mrs. Anderson.”
I jabbed Jonny in the ribs with my elbow. He didn’t need to sound so enthusiastic on the great.
“Yeah, thanks, mother. Thanks a lot.

“I can’t believe it’s not butter!” exclaimed Mrs. Anderson, as a woman was showed with enormous boobs.
Jonny snickered at me.
“Oh my,” I sighed as I shook my head.