I know stuff. All the stuff, in fact. They teach us everything we need to know in Dad School, so I'm kiiiiiind of an expert. Just saying.
The receding hairline. The proceeding waistline. The jokes on the borderline. Yup, wifey hit ol' jackpot with this guy, alright. Lucky lady.
A logo? Nah. It's a badge of honor. Being a dad never looked so good.
Orders placed on 6/10 or later will NOT arrive in time for Father's Day.
Say it fast. Faster. Faster. Heh. Gets 'em every time. Eye yam sofa king funny. (And so f*cking dad.)
The humerus bone, obviously.
You know, sometimes I get really sick of being referred to as "eye candy." But I get over it pretty quickly.