I lost my lip rings today.
I was searching for it in the morning and I couldn't find them.
I got back home, seached my room upside down and inside out and I still couldn't find them.
So I called my dad and asked him whether he knows if my mum found them.
He was fucking helpful and can joke wimme some more.
And oh yeah, he knows I keep my piercing.
He just warned me not to swallow it hhaha
AND I STILL CAN'T FIND MY BLOODY NEW LIP RINGS! =(

The point is.
My dad fucking rocks.
He's seen the world.
He knows what goes on outside.
He curses and swears infront of us all.
He makes the funniest criticisms about people, which makes him sound like a woman sometimes.
He burps and farts in public, which is fucking gross.
He makes the lamest jokes on Earth and laughs at it himself.
He laughs like there's no tomorrow.
He keeps his kids' secrets, and so do we.
We all keep secrets from my mum.
That's how awesome my dad is.

Now, the thing that's always on my mind is,
whatever happened to my mum?

fuckshitcrapdamnbloodyhell