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Dear Dad,
Is there something you need to tell me? I'll love you even if you did used to be named Cheryl.
Sincerely, Me
Posted by: Ina | June 1, 2012 at 01:19 AM
OMG laughing. That would be quite something. A penis birth, if you will.
Posted by: Tara | June 1, 2012 at 01:37 AM
Hi Dad,
I thought you said you'd never have kids if you had to do it.
Love,
Me
Posted by: winecat | June 2, 2012 at 03:18 PM
Yeah, right, first cramp and they'd kill themselves.
Posted by: ChaosRu | June 3, 2012 at 12:51 AM
So is that why I look so much more like my father?
Posted by: Kali | June 3, 2012 at 03:07 PM