Hashtag Parenthood, he said ironically.
Category - Gallimaufry
Last night, in an unprovoked – yet completly uncontrollable – moment of Dad, I altered the lyrics to KISS’s Hotter Than Hell in an effort to persuade my children not to come into the kitchen while I was cooking.
“The pans are hot, hot, hotter than heck. You don’t want to burn yourselves.”
There really needs to be a pill to prevent this kind of thing. If anyone needs me, I’ll be rocking back and forth in a dark corner.
So sad to see you go Paul.
Be honest, in any other context that statement would be horrifying
Bonus Dad Joke: What’s black and white with chest hair all over? A KISS puzzle.