There comes a time when every dad's gotta tell his son 'bout life. 'bout the birds and the bees and the bees likin' the birds and the birds likin' the bees. Then there's the dads who decide to talk 'bout the bees likin' the bees, when their sons ask 'em what's the damn number for the pizza delivery guy. Lo, said the father, it is time. Thus, did he
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Also, maggots ain't my thing.
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So what's this I hear about you wanting to get Shinji naked?
Don't think many people LIKE 'em.
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Just wanted to share, I suppose. Your story was far better.
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'least you can still leave?
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... You ever seen what a tropical climate'll do to the human spleen after a few days?
Heh. I'm really not a fan of maggots, you know?
How's that for a life-changing story?
*inhales a lung full of smokes, exhales it slowly, thoughtfully almost*
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Been through much?
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... Not that I had much choice in the matter... *sigh*
I've got a few more stories, but I'll spare you.
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...did you ever find out the number for the pizza?
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Ah! My apologies, rambling like an old man or something. I am Father Abel Nightroad. A pleasure to meet you.
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Likewise. Kurosaki Ichigo, 'case you missed that in the tale. So you a priest of some sort?
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I don't want to know what you're doing with wriggling cucumbers.
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So. Problems with dealin' with the idiots of the male gender?
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Just one. Lost a contest to him a bit ago and now I have to play personal chef for a week. Almost burned his kitchen to a crisp. That's what he gets though.
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Heard you went out on some dates too though?
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