I love my sons so much I don’t know what to do. Consider this a stretch bizarre analogy, but it’s like when I farted silently in my cubicle at a summer internship in 2002. The gas was unfit for human consumption, almost supernatural in its abhorrence. I had my peripheral vision dialed up to max, and of course the first one to notice was a husky, blusterous 6-foot-something aspiring cop with a shaved head.
Silent But Detrimental
Silent But Detrimental
Silent But Detrimental
I love my sons so much I don’t know what to do. Consider this a stretch bizarre analogy, but it’s like when I farted silently in my cubicle at a summer internship in 2002. The gas was unfit for human consumption, almost supernatural in its abhorrence. I had my peripheral vision dialed up to max, and of course the first one to notice was a husky, blusterous 6-foot-something aspiring cop with a shaved head.