My father bought a Harley Davidson motorcycle back in March. Now the only things he ever wears are flannel shirts and bike tees, and he has been building an obsession with motorcycle memorabilia ever since. So far I've been able to handle the die-cast models, and the blankets, and the special edition beer cans. Hell, I could even handle the ridiculous 13 fucking Harley paintings in our upstairs' den.
But, this folks, this has gone too far:
It's the newest addition to his collection, and it has complete light and sound action. It even "revs up" when you turn it on. This I can't handle.
Also, he bought a pair of chaps. I saw my father in leather chaps. No son should ever have to witness such a thing.
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