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.
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Dude, there are so many decisions and tiny moments of learning between conception and her first boyfriend that by the time it came, you'd be ready to handle it. That's the way God made us. We get lots of pre-season games before we take the first snap in earnest.
Hmm. Maybe that means that while you'd be fine, Mario Williams would be a lousy father. :-)
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