Goose Galoose

I don’t know. I always start of that way. Not knowing. Hoe dip. Dippe. Apologies. So, after all, my father knows. He knows I dished out some justice in his direction. And he’s acting hurt, he’s acting powerful, he’s acting insane, he’s acting he’s acting he’s acting. What a c-word. Cunt. To dads everywhere. In […]