149. don't ask your parents what 'masterbation' means when you are out to a fancy dinner with their friends.
Here's my version of that one, Kurt. At the supermarket, as I help Mom put the groceries on the belt and see - again - that mysterious box of something called "tampons":
Larry: What's this for, Mom?
Mom: It's something for me, Larry.
Larry: Something special?
Mom: Yes, special for me.
Larry: Can I try one?
Mom: No, they're just for women.
Larry: Do you eat them?
And of course in front of, what, 10-15 people. It must have been excruciating for her. Hmmmm. Maybe not. Oh well.