My kids loved that song.
Of course it isn’t, Bets. You’re bumping up against truth – and don’t know how to handle it.
Your eyes are brown because of your filler.
String him up by his thumbs and tickle him with a feather duster until he disgraces himself.
In the words of Inspector Clouseau, “Not anymore”.
Austin, being a suburb of California, you can’t expect too much.
In the end, you get the grade you earned.
Grandson of Kilroy.
Good. Now go away.
My memory has gotten pretty bad… but I’ve never forgotten our anniversary or my wife’s birthday.
My kids loved that song.