a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
i’m that dad who wants to start a garage band with all the other dads in the neighborhood but my wife wont let me
first day of school more like “are there any hot people in my classes”