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13.4.07

My Rediculously Difficult Life

Was made more complicated last weekend when my five year old son asked a broken hotwheels car, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

3 comments:

The Terrible Bald Man said...

Oh my...

Anonymous said...

Where does he get a mouth like that? Hm.....

clayb said...

Gee I don't know. Do you think it could be his construction worker father?