Take your fucking socks and sandals and march your ass right out of my open air brick patio, sir.
I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don't understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don't click the tongs, tweezers, hell even scissors, you will know that I have been compromised.
I clack them to the terminator theme. Even if I didn't want to, I don't think I could avoid it.
I've always wanted to ask someone who is into doing it. Since I've got you here, what satisfaction do you derive from posting outright lies and falsehoods on the internet?