A recently cooked pizza left my oven with an ever blackening pile of cheese at the bottom. I want to clean it off and my mom always speaks wonders of some spray on product, so I text her for help:
"What's the name of that oven cleaner you like?"
"Joe."
Joe's my dad.
Me- "hey Jared, what you burning in the kitchen?"
Jared- "oh just some blackened potatoes."
Me- "I guess you could call them hashblacks."
Jared- "...you fucking suck."
So I'm 25 years old, work full time, live at home, and my dad still makes my lunch. Today I texted my dad after I bit into my turkey sandwich because something seemed to be different about this turkey. My dad proceeded to classically dad joke me.
Me: weird turkey
Dad: blackened
Me: idk how I feel about it
Dad: think the turkey felt the same way
