It's my father's birthday today.
He didn't give birth to me.
Mom did that.
But he was the next most-important person in the process.
Well, that may have been the doctor, actually.
But he was on the podium, for sure.
Imagine if the doctor was the father.
I would have gotten better grades in school, probably.
Dad was never too hot with English in school.
In fact, he was terrible at it.
He once failed an English course, did it in the summer, and wrote the make-up.
And he scored one point lower in that than he did in the original course.
It's neat that he's bad at English.
Makes it easier for me to impress him.
Which is an assett.
God knows I won't do it by using his drill press.
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