S%#T My Dad Says, Take Two
I'm officially starting a tag for this shit. Just wait.
Set the scene...I'm at the computer in the family room, watching "Star Trek (2009)" on my computer when Dad goes down to the basement to do some laundry.
Dad: Why can't you ever wash your own clothes? I'm stuck with unrolling your underwear, and I do not like it.
Me: *is mortified* Dad!
Dad: What? It's not my fault you roll them up like cigars when taking them off.
Me: Dad! Shut up!
Dad: And I saw your black lace ones the other day. Is that a thong?
Me: *ears are literally bleeding*
Dad: Who do you need a thong for anyway?
Oh sweet baby Jesus.
Set the scene...I'm at the computer in the family room, watching "Star Trek (2009)" on my computer when Dad goes down to the basement to do some laundry.
Dad: Why can't you ever wash your own clothes? I'm stuck with unrolling your underwear, and I do not like it.
Me: *is mortified* Dad!
Dad: What? It's not my fault you roll them up like cigars when taking them off.
Me: Dad! Shut up!
Dad: And I saw your black lace ones the other day. Is that a thong?
Me: *ears are literally bleeding*
Dad: Who do you need a thong for anyway?
Oh sweet baby Jesus.