as if you could say thank you for a year and a lifetime of cleaning up my messes, paying a share and a half of my dues and loving me when i can't find the correct words with a midnight trip to find a card and a stupid ugly photoshopped certificate good for a free game of putt-putt and an ice cream cone.

fraq, i suck again.

my dad bought me veggie hot dogs, we made boboli veggie pizza together. and i suck.

i love my dad.

your parents understand but you don't care.
barenaked ladies