They fight and argue and fight and fight and argue and fight and argue and argue and I’m mother trucking tired of it.
It’s time like this when I find myself thinking back to the days that I lived in an apartment downtown with my girlfriend, I rode my bike when I wanted, ate when I wanted and napped when I wanted. These thoughts are useless and do no good.
I just mixed an extra large margarita so things should be smoothing out shortly.
I had no time to ride today… I’m thinking of going for a solo night ride after I get a good buzz on…. ah who am kidding. I’ll ride tomorrow….. mother trucker.
Feel ya. About 6 loads of clothes, two loads of dishes, one new faucet sink, some caulk and other sheyat later and well I need one of those ritas. Keep the faith. red dragon
I’ll take fighting over whining and crying any day. We seem to have the whiniest kids around. Either way I feel ya fellas. Oh the good old days.
Wait till they are teen agers. It’s much more fun when they get physical with each other, piss you off, and then want you to take them somewhere and give them money!
Dad gum truckers!
“Oh Yeah! You’d make a great Dad, Bigworm. ” That’s a propagandist lie perpetuated by parents, who used to be your friends, trying to grow the misery pit!
One good truck and u’ll feel all better
Crap, didn’t mean to sign as Anonymous – it was me…..
You’d be a great dad BigWorm…. want mine?