Stuff You Can't Make Up

Dad: "Any messages?"

Me: "Nope."

Dad: "Phone calls?"

Me: "Nope. Just blessed silence."

Dad: "What?"

Me: "Blessed silence."

Dad: "Blessed what?"


Dad: "Don't you tell me to shut up!"

You can't make up shit like this, I tell you.

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