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My dad's a funny guy.
For the most part, he's very conservative. Not politically, personality-wise. Avoids loud music, violent movies, foul language, etc. He's got a sense of humor, and a good one, but it consists mainly of clever puns and cornball one-liners. He's not much for crudity and insult.
But every once in a while, he just comes up with a freaking gem that has me laughing for days, espeically coming from his mouth.
On Saturday we went to dinner with my parents at Johnny Reb's, a marvelous southern bbq place by our home in Orange. My dad ordered the southern fried chicken.
"Dad, how's the chicken."
"Oh, it's really good. Mmm. And it tastes so southern, I think I'm starting to hate people."
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-TJ
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