The title is for any of the tards in my ward that may stumble onto this. I hear the same damn thing every week. Check out the wizard hat. Wizards are cool...yeah man.
Kerri dressed him up in some redneck overalls. There are no fried pork rinds allowed in my house. So we were finally able to capture some smiles on camera that did not immediately follow a pitcher full of diarrhea unloading into his diaper.
He still does not look like either one of us. At least that is what I think. Someone actually had the audacity to say he had my nose. Why don't you go ahead and just call him Cyrano.