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Okay. So these guys move in next door to me. They smoke, I smoke, we hang out.
One of them, the owner of the new place, is old. Not old old, 40's old (I'm 21 as I write this).
He's got kids, ranging in age from 8 to 17.
The 17 year old he has never called by any name but Shithead.
So one night, we're sitting around, drinking beers, smoking, yadda yadda. The 17 year old had gone to bed about an hour before. Out of nowhere the guy breaks conversation to lean his head back and scream "SHIT HEAD!".
After a few trys the kid comes walking out of his room, in sweatpants, rubbing his eyes. Obviusly just woken up from a good sleep.
He walks in and asks his dad what he wants.
The guy looks to the fridge about 10 foot away and then back to the kid.
"Shithead. Beer me."
Kid does so and goes back to bed.
The guy picks up the conversation where he left off.
Wow.
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