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Loading ...Apparently, when my dad first moved to California from the Philippines, he hit a parked car. He drove home and told my grandpa who told him, “Things in the US are not like in the Philippines! You have to leave a note.”
Contents of note:
“Sorry I hit your car. —[my dad]“
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(305 votes, average: 4.86 out of 5) Loading ...My dad realized that he had opened up a Facebook account several months ago and decided to reactivate it. He came up to me with a printed version of the email from Facebook and said, “Jas, help me get my Facebook account working.” I agreed and added him as my friend at the end.
Five hours later, I was notified that someone had commented on my Facebook status:
Ken BT at 10:27pm July 13
Hi dear, don’t know how to accept you on facebook. But to me, you are
always accepted, in any shape or form.
Plan something for your b-day & let me know. Love, dad.
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