Wow! You got it as bad as my Bad Dad and that ain't good! We all see you were up at midnite and back at dawn, tossing and turning, trying to think of something clever, and failing like my failed Father. You guys are probably going to choke on a Talon if you don't suicide by cop. Just sayin'. I stay up all night because Grand Baby Dime Bag cries and you never know when they'll empty our dumpster.
My failed Daddy is got one just like it and and if he steps in more adhesive maybe we can finally bond. He's going to Texas because he hears they're bigger there but I think he's seeking and begging for more than a dumpster if you know what I mean and I think you do. It is not a Ripple friendly place there Failed Daddy. It's just not.
Poor Uncle Mad collects you weak minded melting ones the way other Professors pin little butterflies to wallboard as a collection. He hypnotizes your types with his brilliance by using big words like 'hypnotize' 'little' and 'addled', and pulling April Fool's jokes that warp the weak all month long. It keeps you dancing in circles of hate since you can't find the 'ignore button' and daily beg for your public abuse. I learned on the streets the hard way that you have to charge extra for that but you girls give it away for free! For free! Can't buy any dime bags that way girls.
Anyways, I got to get up and change Baby Dime Bag's diaper again, oh wait, that's my Failed z50com Daddy! He's needs to Fabreeze down his dumpster again if he's going to park it next to mine and try to brag it's a 'double wide'. Get some sturdy clothes for your trip Failed Daddy. Like a good suit. No dress shoes needed. Oh and two pennies. You'll need to start saving up. Ta!