My Dad was an all around standup kind of guy when I was growing up. A Vietnam war veteran he always did what was right regardless of the consequences to himself.
Then he had a heart attack and since then he's been nothing but a bitter, depressed old man sitting in his chair complaining about Mrs Obama's ample backside. It's almost more sad than even disappointing to watch how much he's fallen apart.
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