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To the man that's married to and taken care of my mother, I have to wish a great, compliment filled day...
I owe you a lot for putting up with me as a mean, stubborn little colt that drank your beer and lied about it. Never did find those drunk gremlins, did we?
Happy Father's Day to you, Sir...
4 comments:
You were a teen, no big whoop I'm sure for him.
I was five...
And very thirsty.
Very...
So I'm guessing he was supportive when you told him, eh? That's always good to hear.
Sounds like you had a great dad.
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