The most important thing to make with your sons is time. The most important thing to make with your dad is time. The log cabin is just gravy.
To be completely honest, he has much better dance moves than anyone else in a one-mile radius. The best they can muster is jumping in place and pointing. They don’t feel it. They’re not movin, groovin, and bumpin. I, too, dance like a dad, so I know a thing or two about busting a move. You’ve gotta get your whole spirit in it. You gotta put your hands in the air like you don’t care. You need to embarrass someone.
Way out in East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Scythe Guy. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Scythe Guy, he called himself the Scythe Guy. Now, Scythe Guy — that’s a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Scythe Guy that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
BTW, turn your crappy phones sideways, knuckleheads.