TMI, Dad
A real conversation last night.
TEQUILA RED: Happy Birthday, Pops!
TEQUILA DAD: Thanks. I was just reading your blog when you called.
TEQUILA RED: Oh. Sorry about the boobs.
TEQUILA DAD: You think your dad doesn't know about boobs?
TEQUILA RED: Dad!
TEQUILA DAD: Because I've seen PLENTY of boobs in my day.
TEQUILA RED: DAD.
TEQUILA DAD: Although, we called them "tits."
TEQUILA RED: OK, that's enough.
TEQUILA DAD: I'm just saying.
TEQUILA RED: I feel dirty now.
TEQUILA DAD: Hey, you brought it up.
TEQUILA RED: ...So. How 'bout them Bears?
GO BEARS!
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While I was absent from the Internet, apparently Google bought Blogger? If you had any doubts that Blogger could actually suck worse than it already did, rest assured that you were wrong. Thanks, Google!
TEQUILA RED: Happy Birthday, Pops!
TEQUILA DAD: Thanks. I was just reading your blog when you called.
TEQUILA RED: Oh. Sorry about the boobs.
TEQUILA DAD: You think your dad doesn't know about boobs?
TEQUILA RED: Dad!
TEQUILA DAD: Because I've seen PLENTY of boobs in my day.
TEQUILA RED: DAD.
TEQUILA DAD: Although, we called them "tits."
TEQUILA RED: OK, that's enough.
TEQUILA DAD: I'm just saying.
TEQUILA RED: I feel dirty now.
TEQUILA DAD: Hey, you brought it up.
TEQUILA RED: ...So. How 'bout them Bears?
GO BEARS!
While I was absent from the Internet, apparently Google bought Blogger? If you had any doubts that Blogger could actually suck worse than it already did, rest assured that you were wrong. Thanks, Google!
Tequila Red called it a day @ 9:30 AM
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