My dad works at night. Friday night, I gchatted him and told him I was on Long Island and could make him breakfast when he got back from work.
Me: Yeah, I can make french toast and bacon or something.
Dad: Uh...how about pancakes and brown sausage instead.
Punk.
During breakfast: [in Cantonese]
Me: Dad, that's a lot of butter you put on your pancakes...
Dad: Go big or go home!
Double punk.
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