My family and I were on a road trip. I don't remember where we were, but there was nothing but flat land and a single cliff-face to my left. My brother David and I were on the subject of gay people. How we got there, I still don't remember. Nevertheless, David had his opinion based off of his first college experience. There was a guy who would stand next to him in the marching band sets who had a rather notable lisp. That was really the only thing that bothered him about the guy, other than he was kind of a know-it-all. Well, as David is explaining his argument to me, he said, "I really don't care if someone is gay, just so long as they don't have that ' My name ith Paul' voice." He said it with such an accurate inflection, it caught me off gaurd. I started laughing and couldn't stop for the next fifteen minutes. I know, because I checked. My parents weren't paying attention to us in the back seat, so they had no idea why I was going crazy. They'd turn and look back at me a couple of times. Finally, when I calmed down, I managed to relay what happened. David hasn't said anything remotely close to that lisp since. I still remember it because it still makes me smile.
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