Today we went to the commissary and we ended up wandering through the aisles behind a dad who pushing his twin girls in a stroller while his oldest daughter was walking next to them. They were buying food with another guy, who I'm assuming was the dad's friend.
At one point, they were picking out taco sauce and the oldest daughter asked the friend why he was staying at their house and the friend replied, "Because my wife's a B**** and won't let me come home".
Well, dude, after hearing you talk to a 7 year old like that, I can't imagine why on earth your wife won't let you into the house. You're a winner, that's for sure.
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