This weekend, Dad was out in the garage swatting at the dozens and dozens of bees that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, chopping many of them in half with a manly swing of his tennis racquet. Jack was fascinated by the wriggling victims on the ground, and yelled "Whoa! Look at this one hoppin' around like a cheddar baby!"
Where the hell does he come up with this stuff?
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