Originally Posted By: medic8r
My Mom used to tell me stories of how she fell in love with my Dad at the Zoo. Then she felt sorry for him being trapped there, so she helped him escape, shaved his back, and brought him home.

For all the good traits I got from my Dad, I'd trade a couple in if I could also trade in a hairy back.


That explains a lot! \:D

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