My sister and I were eating dinner tonight, and she was telling her fiance' that if he was going to marry her, he better have good manners. I piped up, "yeah, because we were raised by the 'Manners Nazi,' our dad."
We both quietly removed our elbows from the table, the mere mention of our father triggering a subconscious response, like Pavlov's dogs.
"Buzz, your girlfriend, 'woof!'"
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