My father talking to me about ringing my friend to see him within the next week morphs into a pointed metaphor about jobs and interviews, further moving into my dislike for a girl who sent me a birthday invitation. From then, the vaguely mishapen spectre of the conversation moseys on past 'alcohol vs heroin/ice/meth/tobacco/marijuana' before bouncing its way to a conclusion of 'is that a crow attacking my dog?'.
Did I mention this conversation took place with Power Rangers Ninja Storm frozen on my TV screen?
Nothing weirder than a heart-to-heart with your father during the experience of being stared at by a vaguely annoyed Crimson Ranger.
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