Thursday, February 05, 2009

dad

while trying out a jacket.
"do they have these in sizes for...you know...buff people? cause this one's not fitting me"

while eating breakfast at millies
dad: Aren't you gonna eat that pancake?
me: Um, no it has a hole in it. Besides I'm full anyways.
dad: Well you made that hole!
me: ...
dad: Don't you sometimes think that food has feelings?
me: What?
dad: Sometimes when I'm picking out fruit at the grocery store, I try to pick the apple that's saying, "pick me! pick me!"
me: What??
dad: And then I feel bad for all the other apples that are going to abusive homes where people just throw them away if they have a bruise. And i think they sit in the trash can thinking, "im not even worthy to be made into juice!"
me: Haha juice?
dad: Yeah! If I had a juicer, I would buy all the bad apples so they can be made into juice and feel good about themselves because they provided nutrients for a human being.
me: Because that's their only point in life right?
dad: Exactly... so you better eat your pancake.


me: hey dad, you know what BRB means right?
dad: be right back?
me: wow! you actually got it right! what about LOL?
dad: ...Look out Louie?

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