Dude sound vaguely like my father, who spent his fall Sundays in his favorite chair yelling at the tv as he watched his Giants getting their asses kicked.
I grew up to be rather like my father. A few differences, though. I spend my fall Sundays in my favorite sports bars yelling at the tv as I watch my Raiders getting their asses kicked. Unlike Dad, I don't have kids, so I can do that.
Of course, both my father and I are innocent of disturbing neighbors from our yelling. He because he did it in the privacy of his own HOUSE (not apartment), and me because I do it in a sports bar, where it is not only allowed but expected.
I grew up to be rather like my father. A few differences, though. I spend my fall Sundays in my favorite sports bars yelling at the tv as I watch my Raiders getting their asses kicked. Unlike Dad, I don't have kids, so I can do that.
Of course, both my father and I are innocent of disturbing neighbors from our yelling. He because he did it in the privacy of his own HOUSE (not apartment), and me because I do it in a sports bar, where it is not only allowed but expected.
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