We Sit Down With Our Dad To Ask, Hypothetically Speaking, What Would Happen if We Totaled His Car
I think I can say without hyperbole that I have the coolest, most chill dad ever.
The way he keeps his cool and doesn’t let petty bullshit bother him is admirable, unlike some fathers who berate their kids over every little mistake. To gauge just how naturally composed he is, we presented him with a scenario in which — and this is purely hypothetical mind you — we went on a joyride with his prized classic car and completely destroyed it.
Thanks for coming, you look great by the way. Are you using a new moisturizer? You don’t look a day over 50! Whatever you want, I’m not buying it for you. I’m meeting your uncle for lunch so make it quick. And why do you have my keys?
Fair enough. Okay, so I think I’ve paid my dues to society driving the family’s minivan. Don’t you think I deserve just a taste of pure American muscle to raise hell around town for just an afternoon?
Oh that’s rich. In what scenario would you ever be behind the wheel of my ’68 Camaro? You would need to have a death wish! OK but seriously, I need to head out. Hand over the keys. Read More…