On the day of my daughter’s third birthday party, I was hauling a Paw Patrol sheet cake, a shitload of balloons, and a veggie platter to the local bounce house joint in my wife’s CUV, when Rage Against The Machine came on the radio and caused me an existential crisis.
Jay Pritchett: drives a new luxury car every week, iron fist at work, plays a shitload of golf, bangs Sofia Vergara.
Give him a DD.
On the day of my daughter’s third birthday party, I was hauling a Paw Patrol sheet cake, a shitload of balloons, and a veggie platter to the local bounce house joint in my wife’s CUV, when Rage Against The Machine came on the radio and caused me an existential crisis.
Will, there’s a cure for the Sunday Scaries: have a kid. “Back to my nice, quiet, sane, cartoon-and-toy-free office tomorrow?” Can’t wait.