I love my father. What happened this time? Heh.

Dad: You know... those leftover dishes from Thanksgiving aren't eating themselves...
Me: What.
Dad: I propose that we take turns... you know.
Me: (assuming that he wants me to eat the crap) What.
Dad: Each take turns throwing bits of it away, so it looks like we're been eating it ( Read more... )

Oh that was beautiful. Just beautiful ( Read more... )