A Converstion with my Father
Father) *ranting about how to cook something or other* and then you throw in the tomatoes...
Me) *sees metal cooking pot lid shaking* Dang what if it just flew off and skimmed my forehead. OMG EW THAT WOULD HURT SO F-
Father) Hey! Are you even listening?
Me) Sorry, I was -
Father) Daydreaming. Of course.
Me) I mean, I had you until the tomatoes and then I, well, blanked out.
Father) Lemme guess, dreaming about boys?
Me) Wait? I like a boy? *realizes I almost blew my cover* No, I mean, I was thinking about the pot lid just flying off...and...yea....
Smooth Cj, smooth.
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