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@ no one in particular:
For Father's Day, how about stop bitching, grab the kids and disappear for five - six hours, leaving behind a freshly delivered pizza (none of that DiGiorno's shit), and a six pack. Show back up at eleven pm with unconscious kids, a rolled joint and a blow job?
Maybe I shoulda had kids, that sounds pretty damn good.
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