And speaking of dead fathers I just remembered why bonehead, white-trash, fucking donkey-dick Marty got so fucking freaked when I started talking about his daddy.
Ja rääkides surnud isadest tuli mul just meelde, miks see lorust, rämpsust, kuradima eesli munnist Marty nii närvi läks kui ma ta isast rääkima hakkasin.