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My dad’s favorite joke: At a dance a guy with a wooden eye goes up to a gal with a hairlip and he asks her to dance. She goes, “oh, would I, would I,” and he goes, “hairlip, hairlip!” He’d tell that joke after a couple of scotch and sodas and just laugh and laugh. Oh, dad.

My youngest brother and sister, who were born eight months apart (Irish twins) had their own language that no one understood. They’d sometimes say the same word at the same time, and they’d go “jinx,” and then “you ate it.” And then laugh hysterically.

One time as a teenager I came home stoned and almost late for supper. This used to infuriate my father – he wouldn’t really know that I was stoned, just that I was late for dinner. So this time I was late and he goes, “You’re DOCKED!” And I go, “I AM NOT!” thinking he was saying that I was stoned. I didn’t realize that he was saying that I was grounded. The initial grounding went from two to three weeks, which I thought was extra punitive.

 

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  1. ha ha.. your dad reminds me of my dad with the repetitive jokes.. my dad always told us the story, “3 men sat around the camp fire. Tell me a story said one. 3 men sat around the campfire……..”
    HOWEVER, if my dad was mad and I was docked or grounded I would have know it. I always said I was more afraid of my dad than the police. But then, I am sure I was a complete angel, and never in trouble. wink

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