Happy Fathers Day, Mother%@#&*!

Unless your son looks like this:

 

I HATE YOU, DAD.

 

Or your daughter looks like this:

 

Nothing says “Daddy Issues” like ten feet of cold, greasy brass.

 Of course, if those are your kids, you at least won’t have to worry about cooking for them today.  Unless you’re cooking meth.

For the rest of you who gave a shit enough to play catch with your boy and keep your little girl off the pole, Happy Father’s Day.  Hug ‘em tight.