Ummm. Errr. That's your Christmas present.
Oh shit, thanks Dad. I love you.
My Dad rocks. Coolest Dad there is. For some very strange reason.... he still loves me. I know I must be a horrible disappointment to him. He still loves me anyway.
Here's my shirt. The really fucked up thing? I didn't get him anything. Fucking Christmas.
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Merry Christmas Bryan!
Great shirt.
I survived last night...
It's all fun and games until someone pokes an eye out.
I hope no one did such a thing.
I think I prefer a minimum amount of holiday excitement with only a few people hanging about.
It sounded like you were at the zoo and someone took every animal and put them all together in a slightly too small cage!
ha Ha! That bad huh? That's what happens when a bunch of rednecks get together & drink hard alcohol.
No fights, though. We have a pool table, a fooz-ball(?) table, & darts, in the basement. it keeps the Neanderthals occupied. :)
Gee whiz & I'm leaving it all behind!
Yay!
That certainly would have been way too nuch input for me. You'd end up finding me out back in the woods sometime in late February, my inert, half eaten, frozen corpse decayimg under a green trash bag.
p.s. Believe it or not, I'm still wrapping things.
Where the heck is my darned water buffalo?
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