One day a while ago, George and I were at the gym with the Ingrate. We took turns on the scale and when the Ingrate was on the scale, I slyly put a foot on the scale to make it read higher. Both George and I were busting the Ingrate’s balls about weighing almost 200 pounds. His excuse was that he hadn’t pooped yet. I told him nobody takes a 30 pound shit, and George and I laughed some more. The Ingrate and I had many good times together before he disowned me as his dad.