Not just one, but TWO sickening things for y’all this morning. First up, the one that really chapped my ass last night:

I pulled up to the toll booth at the ferry dock last night, and the guy says to me: “what’s the definition of emancipate, or emancipation?”, to which I replied “um, basically it means ‘to free or liberate’”. He says, in response to this: “Wow. You’re the NINTH driver I’ve asked, and the first one who has known.” Um… the FUCK? Hello? Eight carloads of people in front of me couldn’t define that word? That totally tossed my cookies.

This, mind you, followed lunch on Wednesday with my dad. Some of you may remember that two years ago, right about the time he turned 70, my dad finally decided to quit hiding his real self, and he came out of the closet. Go dad. I fully support him on that one. What I do not support, mind you, is him at the age of 72 discovering a sudden overwhelming love of… god help me… boy bands. Yeah, part of it is the cute boys. But he LOVES the “music”. I kid you not. He tried to make me listen to *nsync on the way to lunch. Tried to tell me that the music was some of the best he’s ever heard. Went on at length about the talent presented. It was pretty horrifying. Even my 12 year old daughter won’t listen to that crap. sigh

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