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I'm the HAppIEST FaThER EvEr!
This is what the mayor of Nice reported that I've been saying over and over again, like some sort of robot machine. Haha!
Wait, no a robot wouldn't laugh. He would make a series of beeps that over time you would recognize to indicate satisfaction. So bleep-be-bop-do-dippie-blop!
I'm the HAppIEST FaThER EvEr!
If there's one thing I know in life, it's that if you say something 129,042 times it becomes true.
Like for instance, after we die, God gives us a hug and cup of warm apple cider. That truth was made evident in December when I got snow in my boots and it soaked all the way down to my socks and it made me understand misfortune for the first time. If that truth was made now, God would probably give you a frozen lemonade or a Jarritos. (THE MEXICANS CAN SURE MAKE A GOOD SODA!)
I'm the HAppIEST FaThER EvEr!
I'm at 61,705. Oh crud. Or is it 67,501? Ah rats, I'm going to have to start over. It's OK. Angie locked me out for 17 days until she has formed a sufficient mother/baby bond. (I THINK SHE MIGHT BE TURNING THEM AGAINST ME)


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