Monday, February 10, 2014

Ghetto Blood?

Just talked to my dad over the phone for the first time in a while, and the subject of my safety in France this summer came up in conversation.

Dad: Aren't you a black belt or something?

Me: Huh? No... I took taekwondo for like a year back in middle school, but that was it.

Dad: Oh. Well, you got a little ghetto in you, 'cause your dad's ghetto. So you'll be alright. You know how to get somebody off you when you need to.

Me (cracking up): Thanks, Dad.

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