>>11571473Omg...how many times did I hear him sing while listening to that, and others. He'd grab my mom's hand while crooning at her eyes, and there'd they go dancing again, Or, he'd grab mine, and...well, I guess that's why I lam the way I am.
You know who he reminded me of? Dean Martin. Man, was he a treasure.
One more.
So, one day a few buddies dropped by. We're all sitting in the living room, me on the floor near a bookshelf (children should be seen, but not heard), and their trading stories. As my dad is talking, he says the word "Bullshit"...which caused my mom's eyes to widen as she says: "Charlie! Bookworm is right there!" To which my dad replies, looking her straight in the eye, with one of his kinda squinted in a 'wtf' expression:
>Well, what do you want me to say? "Bull Cocky? Bull Poo Poo.". To this day I crack up remember that.
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