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Well, adventure always comes to those in my house😳

I drove us home from a ways away earlier. When we got home, I said HeCk yEaH tHiS dRiviNg tHinG iS gReAt

Not five minutes later my dad really said "Where's your car keys? Do you have your permit? I'm drunk and you can drive."

Naturally, I was very confused.

My mom finally told me I was taking him to the gas station.

iMaGiNe tHaT

So, we get in the car. I get everything ready. I hook up da music and Paul McCartney starts screaming at me. I back out of the yard, and turn onto the first road.

DiD yOu UsE yOuR tUrN SiGnAL?

There wasn't anyone within at least a hundred feet of us and there was really no other way I'd be going, so I said no😭😂

We go on down the road. We pass a house that has an old mustang sitting in the yard.

i UsEd To HaVe tHat CaR. iT wAs My FiRsT cAr BeCauSe i WaS cOoL As ShiT.

"What color was it?"

iT wAs PuKe GrEeN.

We go on down the road. Time to pull out of the subdivision and onto the last stretch of road before the gas station. "Good Times Bad Times" is now playing.

DaMnEd bUd LiGhT. PuLL iN bEHiNd tHiS tRuCk.

I pull in.

ThAt'S nOt WhAt i mEanT bUt oKaY.

He gets out and goes in. I open my phone and turn on "La-La-La Lies." I am v i b i n g.

He comes back out. We discuss how I'm going to pull out of the spot I'm in without hitting the gigantic Bud Light truck taking up literally the entire front of the parking lot.

We decide on a route and I pull out. "Randy Scouse Git" comes on.

Do YoU hAvE aNy bEttEr TuNes?

"I'm not controlling it. You can change it if you want."

He fidgets with my phone. "Ho Hey" comes on. He quadruples the volume and we start belting along. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE KNEW THAT SONG😭

I'm recovering from learning that he knows a Lumineers song as I pull into the subdivision and we promptly retreat back home and he starts grilling.

This has been adventures with Lilly and her drunk-but-not-too-drunk father.

In conclusion, my dad is way more fun to drive with than my mom.

Peace and love everybody. Go out and drive with your drunk-but-not-too-drunk father sometime soon.