My father has always handed out advice to me. Mostly benign stuff. "It always gets worse before it gets better", he once told me when I had a sliver under my skin. I think about that one alot. As I got older, more sage wisdom was handed down. "Find a good catholic girl...that way you can have fun on the weekends, she'll go to church, be forgiven, and do it all over again next weekend." I liked that one.
Recently he has been dropping bombs on me. He is now 73. His advice is more...real. Stuff like "you cant try to fart too hard, anymore" and "it's smaller" and "not as hard as I remember" are coming out of his mouth.
Effing circle of life.
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