mom: "Why don't you go to the church's youth group tonight and meet up with some girls there?"
me: "Nah mom. I'm good."
mom: "Well you're not going to meet any nice girls anywhere else. There's only three places you could potentially meet girls, at church, at BJU, or at bars and you're sure as hell not going to date some bar skank."
me: "...I'm pretty sure those aren't the only places to meet girls, mom."
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dad: "Son, you don't seem to be your chipper self anymore. What's bothering you?"
me: "Well its kind of hard to be happy when I have male pattern baldness at such a relatively young age."
dad: "There's nothing wrong with the way you look, son. You need to stop obsessing over your hair loss."
me: "Well at least let me shave my remaining hair all off. It'll probably look better that way."
dad: "No. You'll look like a neo-Nazi or a cancer patient."
me: "fine..."
dad: "Don't be sarcastic with me. You know, if you don't change your attitude I might have to schedule you with a psychiatrist."
me: "That won't be necessary..."
dad: "Well I can tell that there is something definitely wrong with you at an emotional and spiritual level. Satan has probably been feeding you lies about yourself and you need some kind of help."
me: "err.... I don't think Satan is the problem, dad."