dad: i want to drink for this country, thank it for saving our lifes.
me: second shot of vodka, right on time.
dad: if we were in russia, i would be dead long time ago.
my sister: here he goes again.
dad: it's true. i would be dead and you and your sister would be prostitutes.
{my sister and i exchange confused glances.}
me: well, that's a new one.
my sister: how do you figure that, dad?
dad: it happened to a lot of girls. and if i'm dead, it would happen to you.
me: i'll drink to not being a prostitute.
my sister: and now we'll be drinking to this at every family gathering.
me: yep.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
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I wish blogs had a "like" button!
Drinking to the fact that you're not prostitutes is much better than drinking to relatives who died from alcoholism (a Kennedy family tradition) with no trace of irony.
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