The Bad Mom

My sister called me frantically, The Piñata Store is closed so now I have to drive to Watsonville, can you buy a cake?Slow down. First, is there really a piñata store, like a whole store just for piñatas?

God your so white! My sister teased.

Is a piñata mandatory?

Yes white girl, I can’t have a fucking party without a fucking piñata now just get a cake! Click.

My sister tells me all the “cool” parents hang out at Blue Ball Park. The kids call it Blue Ball Park because there are blue ball sculptures. The dad’s call it Blue Ball because the MILF’s (Moms I’d Like to Fuck) roam around leaving the men sexually frustrated returning home to their wives that make them negotiate chores for sex.

My niece and nephew are having their birthday party at the skate park which turns out is where all the DILF’s hang out. (get it, dads I’d like to fuck)

Men in their 30’s clinging to their youth, physically and figuratively is hot.

Not thinking with the right head I grabbed my skateboard and the chocolate cake to make my big party entrance. I jumped on the board, hit a pebble and went flying through air landing flat on my face now covered in cake. This DILF came to help me up.

I thought the girl was suppose to jump out of the cake, not into it.

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