I know my dad is insane…I mean, the evidence is there in front of me each and every day. Tonight, however, the old man outdid himself when, at dinner, he arrived at the table, sat down and then dropped his pants so that he was sitting in his underwear. Logically, my mom and I were wondering why he was doing this; his explanation–I’m not making this up–is that his sweats were dirty from working downstairs and so he didn’t want to ruin the furniture.
Y’know what? I have nothing to add: I think this story speaks very plainly for itself.