You're looking at this all wrong. This Father's Day, spend the afternoon together garroting a sleazy plutocrat with some rusty piano wire. Memories to cherish forever!
My father is dead, which is bittersweet, because I would have enjoyed subjecting him to a motivational speaker; however, I'm 99% sure he would have sent the speaker home in tears. Yes, my dad was that bad.
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