Okay, here's another clue. I'm surprised nobody's got it yet.

Dad: Your going to be a punk aren't you?
Son: What's it to you?
Dad: I'm your father. Pull your pants up and wear them right. I look at you like that, and I feel sick. My stomach actually feels sick. I get up in the morning, I see you, and I get off to a bad day. Because I'm ashamed. Your mother thinks you're a fairy.
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I hit her with the hammer on top of the head. She made a lot of noise and kept on making noise, so I hit her again.