Happy Father’s Day, Billy.
“Ass! Not my kid.”
Yup, sorry, I see it now.
There ya go.
“Look at him. I made that.”
“Used to live in my balls.”
You ruin everything.
“He is the physical manifestation of my lovemaking.”
“Although, you know: I’m not totally sure he’s mine.”
What? That’s a terrible thing to say! Why?
All of you are terrible at Father’s Day.