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Remember the first time we talked about our dads?
The conversation went something like this:
Casey: My dad is CRAZY.
Greg: No, no....MY dad is CRAZY.
Casey: You don't understand, my Dad bought a vacuum cleaner for $1,500 and left it to me in his will because I'm "the youngest and will get the most use out of it".
Greg: No, YOU don't understand. My dad once chaperoned my little brother's class trip to the zoo and pointed out the mating animals to all the kids.
Casey: My dad once showed up to my house driving a huge, blue school bus he "got a great deal on".
Greg: A kid at school teased me once and my dad told the kid he was going to feed his face to our dog.
Casey: My dad once offered to buy an R.V. and put it on the campus of whatever college I wanted to go to. And he casually mentioned he would live with me in it.
Greg: I would tell you more stories but we might get kicked out of this bar.
Casey: My dad is Vietnam Vet.
Greg: No shit! So is mine.
Casey: 101st Airborne.
Greg: MINE. TOO.
Casey: Okay, it's a tie. They are equally as crazy.
Greg: Definitely a tie.
Here's to 30 years of really hysterical childhood stories.