Leave Britney Alone

(It is back when you could order CDs though the mail, and get discounts on them. My dad is looking through the booklet that they send, that you can order out of. I have just gotten up, and am making my way to the breakfast bar to have breakfast.)

Dad: “Oooh! Britney Spears! I think I need to get that one!”

Me: “Dad, you are 50 years old! You probably don’t even know who she is!”

Dad: “Nuh-uh!”

(He suddenly starts singing.)

Dad: “Sometimes I run, Sometimes I hide, Sometimes I’m scared of yooooouuuu!”