I just came home from dinner with Lauren, and walked into the study to see my dad lounging on the couch. I showed him that I had purchased some milk, and he said that as long as I was on my way into the kitchen, could I put away his empty bowl? I said sure, and asked what he had eaten.
"Chikpeas," he said.
"...and?"
"That's it."
"That's depressing."
"Why? I like chickpeas."
"You could have had the chicken breast that was in the fridge."
As I left the room, I thought that, considering how much of a prude I am, I'm comfortable enough saying the word "breast" to my dad. Well, I thought, It's not like I said 'chicken tits to him."
And then I laughed my ass off. Chicken tits.
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After eating some Chicken Parmesan at the Sweats' last week, Lauren's parents were figuring out what to do with the leftovers. They both called them "boobs." I was very, very confused for three seconds or so.
TOPICAL STORY, RIGHT?
Do you like chickpeas?
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