*crawls up from backseat*
*slowly pulls off paper bag from head*
What? No… I’m not embarrassed by your driving
At his funeral. I lay my hand on your shoulder. I apply pressure, gently, in an attempt to move you from in front of the snack table.
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wife: I do
me: [shaking head] no it was more than that
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squirrel son: “Always look both ways before I finish crossing the street”
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