I know some of you have asked, when does your Dad stop plowing? The answer: never. Even when there are kids in the way. He's so decisive when he is on the tractor. It's like: look out! Here he comes! Ha! He almost plowed little Parker right under. C-rom was like, "hey, don't you think Dad should lay off the plowing? I mean he almost killed Parker" And I'm like "Fuck that, Dad looks so Presidential up there. He is in charge. If that means your drooly kid becomes compost, well that just might be what America needs". C-rom can be such a bitch.
No comments:
Post a Comment