I discovered that not only can my father not play Scrabble, but he also lacks all skill in the Clue department:


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so I told my dad I needed a flight around 10:00 ish to go home on the 15th... the LAST day we are allowed to be here and when we are kicked out at 10:00. So he gets me a flight for 3:15. Goddamnit. Who the hell is going to stay around to take me to the airport at 3:15? Grr. I can get a ride from campus police, but damn it how am I supposed to ( Read more... )

His combover.


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So my dad today decides to make a comment about how childish the Greek system is and how he deems it unecessary for me, when telling them about a BSC friend of mine of whom I have not before spoken, to tell them (my parents) what fraternity or sorority (or independant) they are in. He told me that he believed (and expected me to have the same ( Read more... )

So I might just have lost all faith in my father's taste in most things.

First of all, he listens to Kelly Clarkson. Then he can't tell the difference between Radiohead and Coldplay.

Then, he doesn't like Garden State until the last 15 minutes and even then he says it is only "ok."

I give up!

That is all.

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