If you drive drunk, my daddy will call the cops on you. Then he will follow you (for freaking forever) until the cops find you, and wait to make sure they actually pull you over. Then he will turn on the radio in his truck and listen to the cops talk (in cop language that I don't understand) about what to do with your car. Then he will buy me Starbucks. (Er, we were on a coffee run. At 10:30 at night. Don't judge.) And then he will drive back the same way we came just to see what's going on (aka, your car being searched). All because his daughter is a coffee addict and was moody and didn't feel like driving herself to the gas station for a caffeine fix.
Dad: "Suppose it would be wrong to roll down the window and yell 'neener, neener' at 'em?"
P.S. My daddy also chases storms. Yeah.
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your dad sounds awesome...i wish my dad did that! i found your blog on the 20something blog list in the 'we love comments group' and just so you know i'll be following your blog to see if your dad does anything else funny!
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