My dad had surgery for a hernia when I was probably 4 or 5 years old. It left a HUGE scar on his belly. He always told us kids that he had to have part of his stomach removed and they replaced it with a goat’s stomach. He was dead serious and stuck to his story for year. YEARS.
My dad is the original no BS. He tells it like it is and never beats around the bush or lies. Teases, yes. Lies, no. So I believed him. Of course!
Fast forward…college years…drinking with a group of friends and I share that my dad has part goat’s stomach. They laugh at me. A LOT. huh. I’m pissed they don’t believe me. Call my dad. I’m 19 years old and I’m calling my dad to prove that he has a goat’s stomach to all my drunk friends.
My dad doesn’t have a goat’s stomach.
This blog is for any of you out there that believe everything your parents tell you. Parents lie. I’m going to go tell my son right now that I have a lizard in my ear and every time he doesn’t listen to me it eats another chunk of my brain. Take that.