So I drove my dad to the airport today because he's going to Copenhagen for the weekend to hang out with his friends, this seriously hot lesbian married couple of which one member he's made all his money with (she's like a real estate genius). No, he's not cheating on my mom, but she really is bangin' anyway, we're sitting in traffic, so the following conversation ensues:

Me: So you gonna smoke some good pot?
Dad: No.
Me: No??
Dad: No they have real good hash there. The gooey stuff, european stuff.
Me: Ohhh. I can't get any here, bring me back some.
Dad: What are you nuts? It's cheaper for me to fly you out there than risk getting caught.
Me: Okay, fly me out there.
Dad: No.
Me: C'mon just stick it in your shoe. Or put it in a bag and swallow it or something
Dad: No.
Me: You're a stingy bastard.
Dad: Yep.