Not Very Bright
byNot her. Me.
Not her. Me.
I’m often called a leftard on Facebook by people who don’t realise you can’t use the word tard as an insult. I have my ranty pants on, so let’s do this…
These days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
“Someone in there?” asked Master24, tapping on the door of the bathroom. Close.
It all started out with an innocent seeming question.
Nothing excites me more than a chance to dress up. Well, maybe beer and the chance of a good nap.
We’d stopped at Sunshine Plaza to check our credit cards were working while we waited for my flight. The good news is they were. The bad news….
I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming. I should have. I really should have. I mean, I live here. These kids are not strangers, even if they are a little strange.
Why is it, unlike my wife, I never think of these clever ways to create the illusion that Dad knows everything?
Isn’t it funny how your tastes and expectations change from when you’re a kid to when you grow up.
My 8 yr old son wants to know at what age I’ll let him sleep with girls. It’s okay it’s not what you’re thinking. I know because at first I was thinking it too.