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Last night was my dad's 46th birthday. At dinner he told me about how he hung out with this running club that calls itself a drinking club with a running problem and how they have all these off-color songs that they sing. He told me that when we left the restaurant he'd tell me the song they sang at the end of their meeting thing. Oh, Dad, please don't. "If your girlfriend tastes like shit, turn her over. If your girlfriend tastes like shit, turn her over. If your girlfriend tastes like shit, that's her asshole not her clit; if your girlfriend tastes like shit, turn her over!" He said that they crowned a queen of the club. The way they chose was by a singing/flash your tits contest. And he says with a coy little smile, "So the one that flashed her tits won." You're forty-six years old, mister, why don't you start acting like it. Can it ever not be grody to see your dad (or mom, I guess) act like a fourteen-year-old who just snuck into his first rated R movie? He's a good guy though, really...
Later we went to the Improv and saw Daniel Tosh. That guy's fuckin funny.
Done.
Later we went to the Improv and saw Daniel Tosh. That guy's fuckin funny.
Done.