The other night, I ate dinner with my entire family. My dad sat to my left. I had to stop and ask him "Dad, do you usually sit to my left?" just because this time, it felt strange. He seemed out of place. I could have sworn my mom sat to my left, then my dad, then Gene. He gave me this look like I'd suddenly gone retarded. Yes, he does indeed usually sit to my left.
Furthermore, my parents discovered my newest tattoo this morning because I forgot to wear a long sleeve. Oh well. It's not like I could have kept wearing long sleeves forever. My mom didn't get pissed surprisingly.
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How many tattoos do you have.
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