Do you ever feel like you're being Punk'd? Like Ashton Kutcher is following you around, smirking, waiting and ready to pounce? Well, life has a way of imitating art. Or in my case, blog...In case you were wondering, that's my 6-year-old daughter and me in that picture. It's not an out of shape, hairy, white trash, down on his luck, ex-Chippendales dancer. I am casually enjoying my Father's Day, breakfast in bed. It consists of a bowl of soggy Rice Chex, a banana, a strawberry Pop Tart and a half-cup of warm water. Delicious! Kind of like a prison breakfast in the comfort of your own bed. The food was the same, except my daughter didn't serve me wearing a hair net.
My attire is bed casual, consisting of a brand, spanking new, teal colored, wool tie. The tie lies perfectly between my man-nipples and falls to just above my navel.
All in all, the perfect beginning to a perfect Father's Day. Courtesy of the amazing ladies in my life, that continually leave me feeling Out-Numbered...
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