(While I'm getting ready for work.) Dad: Hey, did you get some coffee? I don't want your white collar ass passing out at your desk. Me: Yeah, I tried it this morning and it was weak sauce. Dad: Weak!? I'm insulted! Just a sec. (comes back with a tumbler of coffee.) No cream this time. That stuff's for wimps. Me:(takes a sip of perfect brew) Wow! It's like a punch in the face! What did you do to it? Dad: F**king Alchemy and Black Magic, Bitch!
I must be magic!
Unless, of course, you're okay with them badgering you to spend hundreds of dollars on cardboard.
