Friday night, Peabo hosted a small gathering of former-classmates (and their significant others). We were sitting around the table, finishing up our burgers and brats when the conversation turned to insomnia and pot smoking.
One of the attendees (yes, I am being purposefully obscure here) mentioned how she smoked pot most every night because it helps her sleep.
“Oh,” I said. “I just masturbate.”
There was a stunned silence.
“I must not be doing it right,” she said.
Then the table erupted into laughter and I blushed about a hundred shades of red.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That just came out before I even had time to think about it.”
Thankfully, because my friends are kind and open-minded souls they thought it was more funny than offensive. This is probably why nobody ever invites me to parties.