My Dad
My Dad relunctently agreed to allowing me to transform his skin. So bottle in hand, I gooped green stuff all over his face in hopes of bringing renewal...When all was washed away I asked my Dad how his skin felt, to which he informed me, "My pores are singing..."
posted by The Fosters at 11:34 PM
2 Comments:
Your dad is the best dad.
Love, dad
Bwahahahahahaha! If I had a daughter...*sigh*...oh my...I can only imagine the things she'd do...
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