Originally posted by Ghost of Duluth
One of these days I shall have a son like that of my very own. To mold him and shape him so that he may grow up and break cars and make me spend lots of money supporting him and his habits. Oh those will be my breadbasket days, the salad days of my old age. I will love those days and die a happy man.
One of these days I shall have a son like that of my very own. To mold him and shape him so that he may grow up and break cars and make me spend lots of money supporting him and his habits. Oh those will be my breadbasket days, the salad days of my old age. I will love those days and die a happy man.
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