with love from san antonio (c/o copenhagen, part IV)

Sarah: well currently my brother and his friend and my FATHER are at a bar down the street singing karaoke
Sarah: and they are all drunk.
and my dad called me like two minutes after he left and was like, "dude* sarah, we are at this super swanky pub down the street, it's so much funN!!!!!!!!!! you guys need to come"

Sarah: and my dad is trying to grow a goatee because he has a cold sore

and he looks like billy bob thorton

*why doesn't my dad call me "dude"?