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Talked to my dad tonight. Good Lord. He's on crack. It's gotta be. He makes $130,000 a year and can't afford to get me glasses for my birthday. So they have this freakin 3 foot tall bird named Harley that he talks about all the time like he's our stepbrother. Thats what he calls him, "You seen pics of your stepbrother yet? We're getting family pictures taken with him tomorrow. Did you get the ones I sent you last year?" What the fuck? Family portraits with a talking bird that is going to live like 3 times longer than they are. They take this thing on trips and everything. He's getting professional pictures taken with this bird and sending them to us. Amazing. I think I'll scan it and post it just so everybody can see how wacko my dad is.
Emily asked me to ask him if he still smokes.
Me: Emily wants to know if you still smoke.
*long pause*
Dad: Cigarettes? Oh, uhhh, yeah.
What else are you smokin dad? HA! Good lord.
Life is good. I'm pretty happy.
Emily asked me to ask him if he still smokes.
Me: Emily wants to know if you still smoke.
*long pause*
Dad: Cigarettes? Oh, uhhh, yeah.
What else are you smokin dad? HA! Good lord.
Life is good. I'm pretty happy.