So my parents visited me this weekend for graduation and I totally forgot what its like to live with them. This was compounded by the fact that all three of us had to live in my tiny studio apartment for four days. As me and my dad waited for my mom's plane to arrive we had this gem of a discussion.
-----Rob exits the bathroom to see dad rummaging through his underwear drawer-----
Rob: Dad, what the hell...
Dad: You only have boxers in here Robert, briefs are better.
Rob: I appreciate the concern dad, but I prefer boxers thanks.
Dad: No! Briefs are better...
-----Dad then unbuckles his belt, drops his pants to his knees and points to his groin-----
Dad: ...see?
Rob: Dad, I'm going to turn around, go back into the washroom and when I come out I expect your to have your pants back on.
Dad: But briefs have better support!
The competition between boxers and briefs is now done. Taking your pants off in front of your son and pointing to your crotch is a definite violation of the rules. The ref is standing on the sidelines blowing the whistle and boxers win by default. For some reason this reminds me of the time Mike head butted a girl in a fencing competition. Black card dad...BLACK CARD.
