A good friend of mine just lost their dad recently and it’s made me think a lot about my dad and how close I came to losing him a few years ago. I don’t want my dad to haunt me about turning off a light when I leave the room, or drying out paper towels so we can reuse them. Let’s see what other lessons did he teach me? Oh yeah the secret ingredient in the Big Mac is camel snot, and if you shake someone’s hand and look them in the eye it will guarantee you a job. It’s made me primarily greet people with finger guns. Makes funerals really awkward.
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