Conversations from the home front.

Dad: Why do you even bother with conversations like that?
Me: ... I don't know. I guess I just want... what's the word? Begins with a "c."
Dad: Connection?
Me: No. Like closed.
Dad: ... closure...




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Dad (coming out of the bar): I just got hit by a fat belly.

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At Jazz Fest:
Me: I think that's a hooker.
Dad: Too bad your brother's not here. I hear he's a pimp.