Weird moment at 1:50am in the morning. I'm at HotorNot.com (the first time in about a month) scoping out some hot guys while repainting my fingernails. Dad comes down, watches some tv, and askes me what type of nail polish I use. Huh? Dad asking about nail polish? This is just too much!
'Course, now he's sleeping with a steam-engine-esque snoring pattern (almost as loud, just a decibel below) on the couch while I type merily away. Nyack.
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