My Love Of Booze Just Called Your Love For Your Children A Homo Day!
Just walk away. My love of booze has been drinking and is looking for a fight. Think of your children. My love of booze is holding a pool cue. Do you want your children to have to grow up without the love they receive from you just because your love for them couldn't be a man and walk away from a bar fight?
But then again, if your body dies, I would think your love for your children would live on after you. Your spouse has a good job. G'head and scrap.
But promise me this. If your love for your children has my love of booze with its head bent against the corner of the bar and a broken beer bottle pressed so hard into the flesh of my love of booze's throat that one little sneeze would shave my love of booze's head clean from the shoulders, do not, I repeat, do not be merciful. Off that fucker and get the hell outta there.
Happy My Love Of Booze Just Called Your Love For Your Children A Homo Day! I can't wait until Christmastime.