I feel like I need to start a separate blog of all the ridiculous things my father says.
The other night, after his first G&T of the evening (which he calls his "malaria prevention measures") Frank comes upstairs singing the jingle from a locally run commercial for a particular West Virginia gambling establishment : "Charlestoooooown, Races and Sluts - I mean slots"
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Oh I love it.
Oh Frank Benson. As if I wasn't homesick enough today.
this reminds me of a site called my dad is fob, where people go to post stories of their fob parents and the silly things they do.
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