My family is planning a big day where all of our friends and family will come to the play I’m working on, sit out in the sun all day eating and drinking and then head back to my parents for a big old dinner party. Big Chris is unable to join the festivities due to a family event. He can’t get out of it because if he told his parents he’d be attending a play, they’d “call bullshit.”
Thus, he’s meeting up with us at my folks after the play. He had this to say:
“excellent. by the time I get to your parents, everyone there
will be shitfaced, sunburned, de-hydrated, and starving and
I'll sit back and enjoy the scene and discuss life and shit
with your dad.”
Which brings me to the fact that there is nothing greater than discussing “life and shit” with my dad when either he, you or both are drunk.
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