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3.) My son has completely learned that when he throws a fit that I will not cave, but that his mother might. So he'll start throwing his fit and stop long enough to see if I'm caving. When he realizes that isn't happening he stomps over to his mother and throws the fit in front of her and grabs her hand so that he tell on me.
Kid's a fucking traitor, he is.
4.) There are a lot of jokes that are funny to me, but not necessarily to others. Like when +Wil McKinnee was talking about trying not to get syrup drenched fruit and I chimed in with this gem: "If you drop that syrupy fruit into a punch bowl filled with tequila, spiced rum, and Jim Bean you'll fight a bull and make love to a stop sign. Just what I've heard."
Now that shit's funny to me because I've fought a Bull drunk on Hunch Punch. Never fucked a sign; though a Buddy of mine did get tased for miming that he was being bent over by a girl's car and fellating a sign against his will. In his defense, there was alcohol involved and the girl who tased him couldn't find her pepper spray.
Man I miss college so much some days.