I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even scissors, you will know that I have been compromised.
Sometimes when I grill. I don’t clack the tongs together.
This one right here, officer. He’s a menace.
Take your fucking socks and sandals and march your ass right out of my open air brick patio, sir.
You monster! How do you even know if they’re tongy enough?
But how do you know they are working if you don’t clack them?
You make me sick.
I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even scissors, you will know that I have been compromised.