So Dad and I went out for Chinese tonight for some father-son bonding. Here're some of the gems of intellect that was said over chicken wings:
Me: So what's your fortune say, Da?
Dad: Egg.
Me: Egg?
Dad: Egg.
Me: Turn the paper around, Dad.
- Dad, upon reading the "Learn Chinese" bit on the back of the fortune.
Dad: ....and so the judge told Shylock that while he could have his one pound of flesh, he could only take it without spilling even a single drop of blood. And Shylock, who hated the guy, was all "Son of a bitch!" only because it was in Shakespearean, he really said "Son of thy bitch!"
- Explaining "The Merchant of Venice" in his own particular way.
Me: So what's your fortune say, Da?
Dad: Egg.
Me: Egg?
Dad: Egg.
Me: Turn the paper around, Dad.
- Dad, upon reading the "Learn Chinese" bit on the back of the fortune.
Dad: ....and so the judge told Shylock that while he could have his one pound of flesh, he could only take it without spilling even a single drop of blood. And Shylock, who hated the guy, was all "Son of a bitch!" only because it was in Shakespearean, he really said "Son of thy bitch!"
- Explaining "The Merchant of Venice" in his own particular way.
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amused
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