It seems like having your family members lob glass objects at you as you make the dash for work might preclude the need for a laxative. I think if my father was leaving for work in his drawers when I was a kid (or a teen, anyway) I might have been throwing heavy, breakable objects at him, too. Thanks for coming home drunk again last night, dad.
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vintageads2012-01-18 10:57 am
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