* Beep beep*
Watch out Dad (Mom and I are Y-Turning out of the driveway)
Now we’re nearly out of the neighborhood.
Pick up the ‘Muir of Iber’ and leave your medicine out.
Britney is here, the only therapist you ever needed.
(Tiger hops in to the car, driving; for awhile)
I say “What” in my Dad’s close ear.
ESPN mentions my true ID and suddenly my Dad’s lisp is gone.
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