it is tradition that my family goes out to dinner to celebrate anyone within the immediate 4's date of burf. it is not tradition, however, for my father to be completely off his rocker.
the man pretended to play drums with two pencils on the table. he threw food, made fun of our waiter, made faces, danced in his chair, scratched himself in inappropriate places, sang the burfday song to me all by his lonesome, and giggled more than a teenage girl in front of her crush.
i don't care if you all hate on freud... i want to marry a man just like my daddie.
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