Pa used to think it was funny to kiss men on the lips. He’d be at a bar and after a few boilermakers, walk up to some guy and plant a wet one on him. I’ve heard it a million times from his friends, “Nothing funnier than your pa kissing another man.”
I’ve never seen it, but it’s the stuff of legend around the coal mine. He won’t do it in front of me. I guess it’s a joke he’ll only pull when he’s drunk. I don’t blame him. There’s plenty I won’t do sober.
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