He's stewed to the gills, crocked, see, and so he grabs me in his arms and he kisses me, which is normal since he is my pa, but when he starts pawin' me all over and gettin' fresh and all, and I tell him hey nunodatstuff because I know damn well what he's drivin' at, the bastard, but when I tell him no no never, like I said, he goes to the door an' locks it an' shove's the key in his pocket, and you shoulda seen the way he was rollin' his eyeballs,...
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