So I'm opening my stocking presents in the living room of my grandparents' farmhouse in New Hampshire on Christmas morning a few years ago.. not really expecting the last box in the stocking to be something at all embarassing. My mom, dad, sister, and grandmother were all in the room, doing their various Christmas-y things, my granddad was in the basement getting firewood. I come to the last box and tear the end open.

The package contained one "family size" box of Trojan-ENZ condoms.

I scrambled to stuff it back in my stocking and to avoid my grandmother's questions without blushing and stuttering too much. My mom is evil . =c)

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