Nothing says “I can’t sing” like twirling batons at Miss America.
— my dad
with one sentence, my dad has summed up tumblr: “that’s somehow funny and tasteless at the same time”
So the night of the election, my dad came home with five containers of ice cream. He explained, “If Obama gets elected, we can eat in moderation and call it celebration. If Romney gets elected, we can eat all of it and put ourselves into sugar comas and call it suicide.”
Things my dad has done today: