My father asked me to bring him shoes. While he was walking, a hellish plan grew up in his head. I go to my sister, and a girlfriend just came to her, and I say:
Dad told me to touch your girlfriend for the breasts.
What what? What are you chasing!
Do you not believe?
I scream from the room:
A-A, right or left?
Father from the room:
Both of you, my son.