My Old Man is a gambler…on his farts not killing everyone in the house.
The Old Man didn't find it funny. I told him I didn't find it funny either; I'm just speaking the truth...and the truth is that he's been passing some bad gas lately.
Speaking of the Old Man, this Friday is his birthday. He's asked that you send all gifts addressed to me. You know, so I can keep them safe until he opens them. His birthday list includes pork ears, corn dogs, bowser beer and squeaky toys. What...I can't help it that we have similar tastes.
Be sure to give him a nugie and wish him a Happy Birthday!
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