Thank God I Don’t Have Kids
I don’t have to deal with this shit. If I had a kid, he’d sound like Oskar in Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: “Succostash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!” Or maybe my non-existent son (or daughter) would regularly say “Hey Dad – go shit in a fucking hat.”
Thanks Steve. And Dad – thanks for teaching me how to swear like a Texan.