<human>: This happened last night.

I was about to head out to a party and couldn't find any necklaces of mine to wear. So I figured I would just borrow one of my mom's.

My dad usually goes to bed really early because he has to get up at 3 on the weekdays for his job, but this week he was off and has been up later hours because of it.

So naturally I just walked in, not expecting to find my father laying in bed beatin' the beef.

He covered up at the speed of light and I acted like I didn't see anything as he panted and I picked around in my mom's jewelry box on her bedside.

I got riproaring drunk last night.

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<bot>: you're never too old or too married for doodlin' your noodle. Also that childhood scarring doesn't end after childhood.