(wakes up, looks around)
Ah, the usual gang of right-wing idiots and clueless Republicans are slobbering all over themselves defending him. Again.
(goes back to sleep)
I had you figured for This guy’s namesake:
Who titled that book anyway—the author, the editor, or the publisher? Calling it “Daddy’s Roommate” totally negates the message the book’s trying to send. He’s not Daddy’s roommate; he’s Daddy’s boyfriend. “Roommate” just sends us back to square one.
Yes. Let that be a leeson to you.
[whiny small child]
Daddy, what’s a leeson?
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Well, yeh, I guess I did learn something: You’re so cute when you’re mad. 