Just gave my son a dollar to eat a hot pepper. That's good parenting because he needs to learn not to do stupid shit for just a dollar.
I wish my kids would go to bed. I've texted goodnight twice already.
What St. Patrick didn't realize was when he drove the snakes of Ireland, they'd end up on Ed Hardy clothing.
There's a very fine line between having your leg out of the covers enough to stay cool but not enough so it gets eaten by a monster.
And to this day... I still run up my basement steps at top speed so some psycho doesn't throw a machete in my back.