As I'm eating dinner tonight, Ang is getting the laundry together and Ciera is making sure I have embarrassing pictures to show any of Trot's future girlfriends.
I'm not even sure what to say; he looks like some demented, miniature Polish woman with a mean streak 5 miles wide and a mega watt smile.
Just another night in Paradise.
At least I've made sure he can never spend his life as a public servant.
Baseball is back tomorrow and hopefully a win, no, a classless beat down of the Orioles is coming with it.
I’m the Chief
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