With all of my amazing manliness, huge pecks, chiseled abs, scruffy beard, and gourde-like chowder makers, I can't produce a single male offspring.
Of course, the pot head does it in his sleep.
Why, Satan, why? (PBUH)
But seriously, **** you and your son. I'll be thinking about how bad I hate you at the next dozen ballet performances and gymnastic showcases, you jerk, you.
The funny thing is it was like I was asleep when he was made