When you are living with a sixteen year old, you have entered the backbreakerperiod of your life. Every snarky thing you ever said to your own mother is coming out of this teen’s mouth, and you wish you had a meteor to throw at her so nature could take it’s course.
Like father, like adopted son.
Bookend boys with crooked necks, soccer balls, and love notes.
The is an Auto Body shop, but it could be my new gym.
Some days you need to be ready to defend yourself. In a stylish way.
Boing Boing Beer Pong for the six year old.