Recently, my father and I were discussing real estate. Like if Husbandrinka and I ever moved out of the city, where would we go.
The good thing about discussing things with my father is that he will give you a perspective that you have never before considered. Unless you’re on mind altering medication.
“Here is how you judge neighborhood,” he says. “Go, look. Nice park? Good schools? See neighbors. Then ask ‘do I want my daughter pregnant with their sperm?'”
My daughter is 11 years old.
I am moving to Mars. Because intergalactic babies are the adorablest.
One year ago ...
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