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Jeff learns the joy of father-son time.
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| I wonder when he's going to shut up... | |
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| Now when I was your age, your mother and I blah blah blah... something you never wanted to hear about your parents... EVER... blah blah blah | |
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| I'm hungry. Maybe I can make a run for it. | |
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| Now son, the female body is a delicate thing, it's like art, except you're allowed to touch it... IF she says it's OK! blah blah blah! | |
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| Now son, I'm going to demonstrate how to use a condom on this frozen popsicle... | |
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