Mom and dad came home from visiting my younger brother in
Portland. Dad walks in wearing mom’s jeans and her purple V-neck cap sleeve
t-shirt. What?
Dad picked out his own clothes and he doesn’t wanna change.
Dad proceeds to go about his business, doing whatever it
was. Walking around, sorting his things, talking to me. I can’t take you
seriously, dad.
Well why not?
You’re wearing moms’ clothes.
Well she wasn’t wearing em.
I would have if you hadn’t grabbed them first.
Oh, don’t listen to her. I’m wearing this. I like purple. I
look spiffy.
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