The way your smile just beams. The way you sing off key. They can't take that away from me.

And they slide in safe just under the glove. No mas work on Saturdays. Today was the last day we had to end the madness with offerings to the overlords. And the fragrance of our pittance wafted to the heights, opening a shower of grace that will allow me to stay up until 4 a.m. tonight drinking and playing violent video games. You know, like a good dad.