I was about 8 or 9, I believe. I remember hearing a bunch of metal clanking around in the living room and my mom telling my dad to keep it down...in between him saying things like "What the ****!?" and "SONOFABITCH!"
The next morning I had the sweet weight bench that I'd been wanting, and I realized that either santa was banging my mom, or it was my dad.
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