FINE, HOW ABOUT I'M LEAVING?
I can't believe my dad is sitting on a horse!
I want to say that he's facing the wrong way.
He's wearing the Father's Day shirt again.
Why did we move to this town anyway, God?
The daises are in knots! They're acting up!
Written with much fighting and cake by Mike Young and Rachel B. Glaser
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