You want ankle-biters? Bah! Got away from mine by emigrating, before they made me bankrupt!

Father's day? A crappy sentimental card and a pair of ghastly socks, then they're touching you for 500 sobs to pay for car repairs after an electric pole jumped out in front of them!

Kids?! Boil 'em down for glue, I say! [Linked Image]

The perfect Father's Day?
They're on the other side of the English Channel. Hooray!

Alan

Wood work but can't!