My dad used to call the conical salt bins you pass on the highway "road tits." If there were two, he called it a double road tit.
"There's a double road tit."
While driving, sometimes Dad would reach behind the seat and tickle my ankle. That meant hi i love you. Sometimes he'd form a letter C with his fingers and thumb and make a back and forth shaking gesture. That meant get me a beer.
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Those things need bras.
awe...dad. how sweet. this was so sweet, really...thanks sister!!
Nice is a word I don't like - most times it doesn't say enough or quite the right thing but ahhh Erin that was 'nice', really nice.
My dad would undo his belt buckle. That meant, Shut the eff up or you'll be sorry.. We did.
My dad used to say the same thing about the salt bins.
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