Tomorrow, Happy 88, Dad.
You giant pain in the ass,
who taught me so much,
when you thought I wasn't listening.
Mom' still pissed you left a mess wherever you were. She thinks your idea of letting dirty dishes sit in the sink for a few hours to let the crude roll off them instead of getting them done, one, two, three, "came out of your bony ass."
Shown here, a portion of my father's art.
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