The Third Wheel

Jan 28, 2010 8:04pm

My Charles Dickens, My Dr. Doolittle.

Dad:What?

Ducks: (Duck sounds)

Dad: What?…What!?

Ducks: (Duck sounds)

Dad:Nah, that’s bullshit. It’s bullshit!

Ducks: (Duck sounds)

Dad: No, I fed you and you know it. I just fed you, cmon!

Me: Dad, are you serious? You’re arguing with ducks?

Dad: Oh, I didn’t see you standing there.

Me: mmmm…okay, pretty sure that only weakens your case and makes you look even crazier.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPS. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR BEING THE BEST GROWN UP NEVER TO GROW UP. I MISS WATCHING YOUR IMAGINATION BREATHE IN SELF AMUSEMENT. YOU TRULY LIVED FOREVER YOUNG.

Other notes- You always brought home the ugliest stray cats in the world and probably are the only man on this planet that when someone asked what it would cost to carpet a closet, replied and pointed, “that duck right there,” in which he agreed and you were payed in one male duck.