Happy Father’s Day, Billy.
“Ass! Not my kid.”
…
Yup, sorry, I see it now.
There ya go.
“Look at him. I made that.”
You did.
“Used to live in my balls.”
You ruin everything.
“He is the physical manifestation of my lovemaking.”
Stop talking.
“Although, you know: I’m not totally sure he’s mine.”
What? That’s a terrible thing to say! Why?
“No mustache.”
All of you are terrible at Father’s Day.
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