Alas, that isn’t flying, and my punk ass would have explained exactly that to my dad.
However, my punk ass would also refuse to agree with my kid if they did, because you gotta stick with the bit, or it was a waste of time.
Dad joking is serious business
Dad joking is serious business
You have no idea. My daughter has to deal with a dad who did standup for years and now is in need of a live audience.
I gotta get my fix and I’m not above exploiting children for it.
Absolutely understandable!
The ball surely still generates lift, though ;)
Mine behalf generally need it. Happens as you get older
I have tried this. I got crushed by many of the paper planes.
I make paper fly farther everytime I bring my briefcase on an international flight you losers.
The atoms that went into the paper that made my plane originally were blasted out of a supernova at relativistic speeds billions of years before becoming part of the cloud of dust and gas that coalesced into the Earth, which eventually developed life, which evolved into trees, some which were eventually chopped down and pulped and turned into paper, and then I took one of those pieces of paper and folded into a paper airplane and got on the same flight you did but I win because I FLEW FIRST CLASS, BITCH.
That joyous moment in every father’s life when you call your son a loser because he doesn’t know all your tricks.
