(Son opens door, home from a vacation, the Dad doesn't getting up to greet him.)
Son: Hey Dad! (no response) Aren't you going to give me a hug?
Dad: You're not going anywhere...
Son: Wait, are you?... You're just eating falafel balls out of a bag!
Dad: Anything wrong with that?
Son: No... But can you open a window at least? The house wreaks of pot!
Dad: This is the fourth century, there are no windows.
Son: Oh... Aren't you going to ask me about my vacation?
Dad: You'll tell me all about it anyway.
Son: Oh it was amazing! We went to
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Dad: This whole Jesus thing of yours is really obnoxious.
Son: Well we can't all get satisfaction out of going a million pedes (Latin for footsteps) out of our way to every music festival from us! Didn't you go to one last year where they burned some guy alive?
Dad: Come on. I had to go to Burning Man at least once.
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