my daddy

ok now most of you guys know my dad. he is as kind as every one can get. i see him every monday and every other weekend. he has a bright shiney smile. he is almost always happy. he is so happy he can catch a tornado with his super strong arms. but his super strong muescuels dont compare to his beautiful blue eyes. he has some great intrest skills and he is awesome at making stuff. plus he makes great steak with extrodinair mushroom sauce. i love every moment of it and did i mention he makes awesome hamburgers, and i didnt even like hambergers before that. also his happyness makes me very happy, he also tells me very funny jokes that make me laugh. he says im funny but i dont think so. every morning i hear his shaver and i sometimes say he needs to shave his chest hair. speaking about shaving, i can feel his scratchy facial hair. it feels like a rusty raccoon. he has a bald head with itti, bitti, little, tiny, hairs on it. they are very small, speaking of small my dad is short. you probebly dont want to get too close to him because his farts are like stinky bombs that can come any time and any where, stinky. but what smells good about him you ask, well i think his deodorant and collone do. they make him smell like a beautiful flower at the auboratum. when we go to the beach or swimming pool i can see his tan skin. and i can see his hairy chest, its like a fur ball. he has a beautiful singing voice. its like nature( wind blowing, birds chirpping.) but most of all i love him and that is all that matters, and a fun time.

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