Fuck Dow Chemical. Fuck Agent Orange. Fuck being Autistic. Fuck having Multiple Sclerosis. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol
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Tom Gauld
Edward R. Morris Jr
Boomers are so casually dark. Threw a Father's Day barbecue for my dad and first thing he says when he arrives is "I'd like to make you the executor of my estate for when I die" and I was like jesus dad have some potato salad first.
My father abused and deformed me beyond recognition, and is the reason I am the miscreant, malcontent, misanthropic troll I am today. This is one of my worst Non Drinker Days, besides my birthday and my kid's birthday. There, now I don't have to explain the more subtle, and shorter, poem from before
