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snarpDad: Mr. N has such an effeminate dog...
Mom: Dear! "Effeminate dog?" Jesus.
Me: What?
Mom: Oh, your father's been calling Mr. N's little terrier an "effeminate" dog. He's ridiculous.
Dad: He had it all dressed up.
Me: You put a pink sweater on my dog! Without my permission.
Dad: She's a girl. It's just effeminate.
Me: You know, I'm noticing a similarity between the way you use that word and the way certain high school kids use "gay." Are you a homophobe, Dad?
Dad: No, you just shouldn't make a boy dog dress like that -
Me: I don't know how I feel about having a homophobic dad! I think I'm going to have to send you away to be re-trained.
Mom: Fine with me.
Dad, petulantly: Fine! I'm dying anyway, I'll be dead soon.
Mom: Dear! "Effeminate dog?" Jesus.
Me: What?
Mom: Oh, your father's been calling Mr. N's little terrier an "effeminate" dog. He's ridiculous.
Dad: He had it all dressed up.
Me: You put a pink sweater on my dog! Without my permission.
Dad: She's a girl. It's just effeminate.
Me: You know, I'm noticing a similarity between the way you use that word and the way certain high school kids use "gay." Are you a homophobe, Dad?
Dad: No, you just shouldn't make a boy dog dress like that -
Me: I don't know how I feel about having a homophobic dad! I think I'm going to have to send you away to be re-trained.
Mom: Fine with me.
Dad, petulantly: Fine! I'm dying anyway, I'll be dead soon.
