Sep 9, 2017
Son: “Dad, we agreed that you could stay down there. Then eventually you would have to move out when I needed my room back.”
Son: “You saw how them Chiefs are lookin’”.
Father: “Yeah...Son. I thought you meant to Florida or something!”
Father: “This is a fucking urn!”
Son: “No! Dad...not to an urn!”
Son: “What in the hell?”
Son: “It’s a “BAD ASS” urn!”
Son: “To go in my “BAD ASS” man cave!”
Son: *Starts doing the Tomahawk Chop*
Son: “CHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEFFFSS!”
