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The Dream Story

My father

Saturday, November 25, 2006



A note left to my stepmum by my dad...
Translation:
The handle of the hairdryer is greasy, the hairbrush is greasy, the toothpaste is greasy, the taps at the sink are greasy!
Could you moisturise your hands after you have done all of the above so I wouldn't have to wipe all those things with your towel.


I don't think anyone's father gets to be such rich source of raw sarcasm and joy as my dad.

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