I will tell you when I was ten, I went to my dad’s company party. My dad introduced me to his boss, and when I shook his hand, I said, “Dad, is this the son of a bitch you were telling me about?” I’ve never seen my dad’s face turn so red. I had to apologize with a card the next day saying that I didn’t know where I heard that phrase from, even though my dad said it in the car on the way to the party. Afterward, he brought me to get ice cream, and I was so confused about how to feel that I ended up throwing up ice cream and sprinkles on a little girl in line who was waiting at the counter. I’m
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