Mar 15, 2006 16:50
Hey Mac, who were our four fathers?
They're our ancestors.
Well, duh. I meant who?
They don't have names...they're just a group of people.
A group of four, yes. So who are my other three?
What are you talking about? Three what?
You plus a group of three makes four.
*blink* You lost me.
*rolls eyes* Technically you're my father. So if I'm supposed to have four, who the heck are my other three fathers? Geez. *exasperated sigh* Do I have to explain everything?
No, no. Our forefathers aren't actual fathers. Well, some of them were, but that's not what it means. They're a bunch of people that came beFORE us. Forefathers, not four... *holds up four fingers* fathers.
You have no idea what you're talking about do you? *shakes head* I need a better father.
*rolls eyes* I do too know what I'm talking about. My father, father...he's well...hmm...
See.
Shut up.
Make me, Daddy.
Stop that.
Sure thing, Mac Daddy...Daddy Mac Paddy Wack.
*glares*
Mac
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