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Meatus McPrepuce
So when I was about 12 years old, my dad would tiptoe into my bedroom at 4 AM, grab the covers at the foot of the bed, and then yank them off really fast and then scream "CHICKEN TINGA!" in my face at the top of his lungs. Then he'd go back to bed.
This happened every night for I guess six weeks or so, then it stopped.
I never asked him about it, not then, not after... until a few days ago. I finally got up the nerve.
I said "dad, what was that all about? Why did you wake me up and scream in my face at 4AM when I was a kid for six straight weeks?"
He replied, "what's your favorite food?"
I answered "chicken tinga."
He said "well, there you go."
This happened every night for I guess six weeks or so, then it stopped.
I never asked him about it, not then, not after... until a few days ago. I finally got up the nerve.
I said "dad, what was that all about? Why did you wake me up and scream in my face at 4AM when I was a kid for six straight weeks?"
He replied, "what's your favorite food?"
I answered "chicken tinga."
He said "well, there you go."