This Isn’t Flying, This Is Falling With Style

This Isn’t Flying, This Is Falling With Style

The kids are alright, you know.

Their parents walked behind them for eighteen years with a pillow and a glass of water in case they got thirsty. They made sure every T-Ball game ended in a tie, and put sunscreen on them before they’d let them open the refrigerator door and get a blast of UV from the little lightbulb in there. They cut their meat until they were shaving.

Then the kids got a driver’s license, and all bets were off. Same as it ever was.

(Thanks to mega-friend of the BSBFB, Charles Schneider, for sending that one along)

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