Oh fuck this mothers/fathers day crap.
It was on the first of May here in Germany anyway.

My plan is to take my demented son, Rahim, out to dinner and teach him the difference between plural and possessive nouns.
Yay we all have dead beat dads
*high 5*
*high 5*
PS. Whats with the traces of pork thing rahim? Is that traces of obsessive religion or a complete and utter disgust for pork?
Ive never celebrated a fathers day in my life, he was never around to have it celebrated.
I'll go have a BBQ with some friends of mine who are fathers themselves though or something like that.