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I'm surprised Randall has such a smart kid.
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I'm well aware. I take care of my daughter on my own more often than most men. I was just at the way you phrased your "go straight for the ass" response.
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I just try to be to the point. Parenting is hard work.
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It isn't easy by any means, but Amelia is an absolute breeze to care for. I will probably pay for it when she's 15 or 16, but I won't be afraid to shoot some punk ass little f*cker that messes with her.
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There are going to be a lot of boys with gunshot wounds to their knees running around Va.
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!" |
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As long as it puts them out of commission and they stop chasing her, mission accomplished
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Thanks to all the Dads that have contributed to this thread. Great read.
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The great thing about rectal thermometers for infants is that you not only get a 'more accurate' temperature reading, but you also condition them to getting used to things being in their ass.
For later on in life. |
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Creepy post and creepy thread.
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Oh my GOD!!!!
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That may be true for newborns, but each time I've brought my kids to the pediatrician's office over the last 13 years, the nurses have always used the thermometer gadgets that are run across the forehead.
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Still trying to outsmart me, aren't you, mule-skinner? You want me to think that you don't want me to go down there, but the subtle truth is you really don't want me to go down there! |
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Your nurses are crummy and or inept and or anti-rectum.
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You watch it. If me and Pip make it to Toga this year, I'm going to have him give you a German Knuckle Cake.
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Don't mess with me. I'm the fever king. I respect the power of fever. I know when it is time to start the Motrin/Tylenol regimen, and when to let fever do its work. Just wait until your kid ever starts running 104 degree fever for more than a day, rookie.
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Still trying to outsmart me, aren't you, mule-skinner? You want me to think that you don't want me to go down there, but the subtle truth is you really don't want me to go down there! |
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Wow, it's like a who's a better father throwdown in this mutha
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The unknown substance that Randall sprayed into DaTruth's eyes was actually mercury from the rectal thermometer he had stashed in his boot!
DaTruth is being restrained from re-entering the ring while his crummy nurses trying to flush his eyes. He's screaming forget about the eyes, I just need to start a Motrin/Tylenol regimen and I'll be fine!! Back to you MaTH. |