Putting the little shrimp to sleep singing Miracle of Sound's "Little Sister". Best Dad Award candidate, methinks.
"So, who are you going to vote for these elections?" "The Party of Whores and Thieves." — "...Do you have any idea how little this narrows it down?"
I have a genetic defect which prevents my body from producing any fat cells. Before you get all excited, remember that it means i begin starving as soon as my blood sugar runs out. I can assure you, constantly hovering near the brink of starvation is not always fun.
Even in my dreams i worry about not getting enough rest and [as a result] losing contact with reality.
I have words to express how annoyed i am with current events distorting the mask as a metaphor. They are not particularly nice words.
Suppose that a thief knows when you're not home and for how long, but you know who he is, where he lives, and when he's planning to visit. Will a theft have occurred?
Poor impulse control is one of those things that seem fun to an outside observer, but end up creating problems for everyone involved.