Jake: I sent my brother-in-law the screaming dad mp3. His reply was: "Man, I miss New England. It has been a long time since someone's dad called me a cunt."
Me: I am incorporating that into my verbal arsenal when I have a son. I will call him Mary, Cinderella, ballerina and cunt. Every once and awhile I will call him son, just so he does not commit suicide.
Jake: I am going to stick with "Boy" mostly. "Hey boy, get me a beer" or "Hey boy, mix daddy a martini. And do not cock it up like you did last time."
Me: Good times.
Jake: Yes.



