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I'm going to hurt my father. He calls me up while I'm doing the Truax homework I remembered around...9ish to ask me about his effing CRIBBAGE HAND. I promise you. The conversation went like this.
Me: Hello?
Dad: Hey, it's me. I have a question about a cribbage hand.
Me: Are you serious?
Dad: Yes. Now, I have two fours, two fives, and a six. How much is that?
Me: Seriously, dad. I'm trying to do my homework.
Dad: You're up. How much is it?
Me: Twenty-four, dad.
Dad: I don't see it. Can you explain it to me.
Me: Dad, I have homework to do.
Dad: Just explain it.
Me: {explanation}
Dad: Oh. Okay. Good night.
BLARGH. It's not that hard to work out on your own. Now, back to Truax.
Me: Hello?
Dad: Hey, it's me. I have a question about a cribbage hand.
Me: Are you serious?
Dad: Yes. Now, I have two fours, two fives, and a six. How much is that?
Me: Seriously, dad. I'm trying to do my homework.
Dad: You're up. How much is it?
Me: Twenty-four, dad.
Dad: I don't see it. Can you explain it to me.
Me: Dad, I have homework to do.
Dad: Just explain it.
Me: {explanation}
Dad: Oh. Okay. Good night.
BLARGH. It's not that hard to work out on your own. Now, back to Truax.