My dad is 65 years old today. It feels like some sort of milestone (better a milestone than a millstone, right?).
Sixty-five. Six-five.
Six.
Five.
Like some sort of countdown.
Words can't express the love I feel for my pops, which is why I've chosen to display scantily clad women.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Sorry I can't be there to help you celebrate. Enjoy the gift when it arrives. I hope it arrives in decent condition!
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