i spent a good amount of time swapping wasted stories with my drunkles this weekend who as a wedding gift gave my brother a large envelope filled with pot. i think by far the best part of growing up is legally being able to get absolutely shlitzed with your family and knowing they’re equally as intoxicated as you.
i was talking to larry, my dad’s best friend who drives a greyhound bus to various locations across the country. they met in third grade and talked every. single. day.
“do you want to know what that fucker did to me?” larry shouted in reference to my dad as he took a swig of his pecker- head. the pecker-head was a bud ness special which tastes like vomit and is a combination of yukon jack whisky, amaretto and pineapple juice.
larry told me about the time my dad signed him up for a fisting website who still to this day sends him e-mails filled with pornographic images of women getting pounded. when i asked why he didn’t just unsubscribe he told me it was lifetime subscription, and a constant reminder of my father…i guess we all have our own little keepsakes.
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