For maybe close to a year now, Dad has been going to this bar across the street from the restaurant we work at everyday. He has picked up some friends and a lot of crazy-ass fans and haters. Haters will hate >:[ Anyways, for a while now the restaurant has been closed on Tuesdays, which is great because I get to eat dinner with Dad at home sometimes. Around 8pm or later, Dad would leave the house with his pool stick and I would go, "DAD! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" He would always reply the same way, "I'M GOING TO GO BEAT UP SOME PEOPLE!"
This is what he says when he beats people at pool. Dad is like NEVER EVER violent, which makes this ironic. Whenever Dad drives us to work I would ask him the same question, "How many people did you beat up yesterday?"
This conversation would also apply to a child and their parent who is a mobster or whatever. When Dad and I had this conversation yesterday at the restaurant when we had a full house, a customer was just innocently eating his noodles and when he was overhearing our conversation, his face was just like this, (OAO"). So I had to explain to him that that's the way Dad and I talk. Haha. People might not find this funny, but that's the way Dad and I talk, deal with it.
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