Tuesday, April 7, 2009

So, my dad got handed the bill at Zipangu for dinner about an hour ago.
He signed his signature on the receipt, and then his expression turned very confused as he squinted his eyes.
"Lizzy, I can't read this. What does their note say?" he asks, as he passes it to me.



I got so scared. Then I noticed my dad trying to suppress a smile.
Eff you, father.

byebye

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