Well it's around two days since my mom decided to get up and leave to go to Mexico to spend time with the family, and boredom is slowly creeping out of the crevices. Jorgie and I want to do something fun, but I always want to invite my dad with us so he can enjoy himself as well. But it's hard because what me and my little brother consider to be, well, funny, he doesn't. I guess you could say my dad enjoys clean humor mostly, and dark humor the second. And me and my brother enjoy pointless and stupid humor first and foremost, then other types of humor and finally clean humor.
We're not children, we like to talk about junk and women's areas, and other degrading things, but my dad still sees us as children, so to pull a joke about penises is not something we can honestly get away with.
But I still love my dad no matter if he don't approve of our humor, which is I have to agree downright degrading of each other (me and my brother I mean). I love both of these two for different reasons, even if their first names are the same, they are entirely two different people. But there will be a time when spending time together will make them see that they do have something in common with each other (like how my dad used to have buckets of hair attached to his scalp like my little brother has right now).
I'll be counting down the days when a father son bonding moment happens again. :)
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