Fatherhood

Yes, that’s right… I wash dishes!  I also engage in a great deal of smartassery at very inadvisable times, but you probably already figured that one out.  That said, given the option, I’d rather be stabbed with a clean knife that a dirty one.  Ew, germs!  Er… I mean, I’d rather not get stabbed at all, but you know, if those were the only options, then I’d definitely pick the clean one.  I think I need more sleep, judging by this blurb.

I’m wearing a Mountain shirt with a big, cuddly wolf pictured on it.  A wolf that is entirely unimpressed with the dishes I’ve washed.  Wolves are happy to eat off the ground, after all.