You might want to check out my
scooter dispute thread that I just started. It is a true story from this past weekend and shows the limitless boundaries of my compassion.
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=2377685
I wouldn't call it immaculate conception. This is my son...
You see... babies are made this way. When a man loves a woman he takes the woman back to his trailer and offers her a drink that is laced with barbiturates. She wakes up the next morning sore and smelling of Spam. Nine months later, a cross-eyed bundle of joy enters this world, a permanent reminder of her error in judgement.
In my case, I did not follow a man back to his trailer. I went the easy route. I had a breakdown several years back, and while not thinking clearly, I made the decision to adopt a child. Somehow, I bamboozled the state into believing that I was a normal functioning adult(I now know today that the joke was actually on me, as the return policy is up, and I am stuck with this child).
Yes, that is me. I am currently getting in shape so that I may qualify for next season's Biggest Loser.