Today there was an incident that almost rates up to the pancake syrup spill off the coast of the island. So Dad and I decide to go and return all the old bottles and beer cans. As we go about putting the bottles into the machine I turn around and see none other than Dougie White standing behind us and then I hear Dad yelling SHIT SHIT. I turn around thinking that he is yelling because of Dougie White I see that his sleeve is a darker shade than the rest of his coat and I smell an awful odor coming from his region. He starts yelling like it is the end of the world and that nothing will ever be the same in his life again now that he spilled a little bear on the sleeve of his coat. As I try and convince him to calm down and explain to him that he can wash his coat and it isn't a big deal I quickly glance over at Dougie to see if he is paying attention to us, let me tell you I have never seen such a look before, Mr. White was staring at dad with a look of confusion and fear and I could tell he was thinking "this man must be insane." As we walk in I was stupid enough to tell Dad he can take it to the dry cleaner whcih he quickly freaks out about saying that it will cost $50 to get it dry cleaned which will cause just as much as the coat itself so I say stupidly, why dont you just buy a new one, let's just say that didn't go over too well. Once we get home Dad is freaking out and the worst part about it, he only wore the coat twice!
This teaches all of us to always finish our beer so it doesn't spill down Dad's arm.
Oh yeah, and the tag on the coat says it can be washed in the washing machine.
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