I’ll be here, but in the meantime, meet a guy that apparently knows my dad . . .

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Yes, I’m being a thief at the moment.  Well, not really because I’m giving him full credit, but he has clearly had experience with my family, and my dad in particular.  Thanks to my brother for finding this article for me.  I was crying with joy by the second paragraph.

Sooooooooooooo, here we go:  Repost from Doug DeMuro at Jalopnik:

As a journalist, I feel that it’s my duty to provide you, the reader, with carefully researched columns that employ unbiased facts to present multiple sides of today’s most complex issues. So today I’m going to use a lot of hyperbole and anecdotal evidence to write about German cars.

Read the rest . . .

We saw this coming, and I’m not talking about Irene

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I saw it, every one of you that read my post the other day saw it, Emo-Boy cashier at the convenience store saw it . . . everyone but my father saw it.

My mother’s dance of happiness in the kitchen the other night was not in vain.  Friday morning they awoke to a wet kitchen floor and a warm refrigerator.  It could take no more and apparently was ready to give me the satisfaction of putting a final chapter on this saga.  The refrigerator was dead and it was going to stay that way this time.  Luckily it went out with some class and simply defrosted onto the floor, because my father paid no mind to the story I relayed to him from a good friend of mine who had lost an entire family of close relatives to a house fire that was ignited by a faulty refrigerator.  That wouldn’t happen to him because he’s too smart for that. Read the rest . . .

The Refrigerator and The Skunk

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I teased you just a bit with a hint of what was to come but unfortunately the story seems to have come to a stall.  The beginning of it is funny, and the ending has some great potential as well, it’s just . . . well, it’s dad.

You see, I was on the back porch of my parent’s house around 8:30 last night and my mother yelled out the window.  “Eric, get your father, something is wrong with the refrigerator!”

I yelled back up, ” . . . and you’re looking to make it worse?!”

“I’m serious, tell him to come up here!” Read the rest . . .