At what point do you just say fuck it? What has to transpire in your world to give those words meaning? Sometimes it is the minute of occurrences....the smallest of details..the pettiest of squabbles.
Why would his birthday merit more consideration than my offspring? Or mine for that matter? Why is the task of resolving disputes heaved at me? Am I impugned with special powers for fighting evil.....a magic lasso....an invisible jet? No...sadly no. I could really use a lasso.
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