I'm honestly amazed that nobody told me that I'm some sort of sick, twisted son of a bitch after my last post.
But if they had, here's how I would have responded:
- Sick - Yes, I am. I seem to have caught a cold or something.
- Twisted - Why thank you. All my ex-girlfriends admired how flexible I was too.
- Son of a bitch - Yea, I know, she can be like that sometimes. Not my fault.
And to K T, who said:
Jeeze, man, you'd do fine as a dad. Don't worry about it.
Yea, probably. Unless I had a daughter.
Don't get me wrong, I'd be great for a while.
That is, until she got to dating age. Can we say overprotective?
Knowing me, I'd end up in jail once a boyfriend did my little girl wrong.