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True to form in my crap magnetism, after dropping my stepson off at his dad's for the weekend, I get this phone call from some guy, presumably a friend of the dad, asking me in a big grownup tough guy voice if I've been hitting my stepson. (If anyone has to ask the answer is no). I think the most annoying thing was his tone and attitude - he had an overall lack of concern for the child, instead focusing on a chance for the spotlight and be the tough guy. He even did those stupid tough guy things, like when I answered the phone didn't say HI, he just said "Have you been hitting bradley?" "Excuse me?" And then he pulls out the...
wait for it...
deep ominous tone....
"YOU HEARD ME."
No, I don't hit my stepson, thank you very much, but you sir have just earned my eternal damnation.
wait for it...
deep ominous tone....
"YOU HEARD ME."
No, I don't hit my stepson, thank you very much, but you sir have just earned my eternal damnation.