InsaneJournal

Nothing beats your dad drunk dialing you at 4pm, telling you how you're clearly the favorite child out of all his children (I have no siblings) and that he is going to rain fortunes down upon you. On his defense though it was night where he is.

I'm pretty sure the sunlight may kill him in the morning. And if that doesn't, the embarrassment and teasing that will ensue when i play back the recording of the phone call will.