Fatherhood and other Sexually Transmitted Diseases
Posted By Mike Rosenthal on June 30, 2010 | Leave a Comment
Don’t get me wrong. I love my one month old daughter. It’s just that sometimes I get so jealous of her that I cry myself to sleep, or at least I would if I wasn’t so tired. Here I have helped create a being so fortunate that she can throw up, poop, fart, spit, drool, burp, and eat, wherever, however, whenever, on whoever, and for whatever reason she wants, and nobody ever yells at her for doing it, or even makes her feel bad or in the least bit guilty. On the contrary—appreciation for her unpredictable bodily functions increases proportionally with the amount of force she employs in expelling her products.
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