Guys, I’ve been to Ecuador (#2) for New Year’s and it’s all this and more. You haven’t lived/nearly died until you’ve had a firework go off on the empty hotel balcony next to yours while your friend’s uncle goes down to the beach to blow up the life-sized Superman paper maiche you lovingly picked out and stuffed full of explosives earlier in the day.
rhewkath
father’s day is funny in my family because my dad is so angry this holiday exists that it’s the one day of the year i am NOT allowed to call him. we are officially estranged for 24 hours a year. wishing him a happy father’s day is a declaration of hostilities.
and like he is a good dad with a good dad, there’s no traumatic backstory to this, he just hates The Man telling him what to do so much that it’s a personal affront that someone decided that anyone is supposed to feel a thing on a specific day or, god forbid, spend their hard earned dollars because shaving commercials tell them to. if a dad did his job right (be a good father who unconditionally loves his kids), his kids should love him 364 days a year but FUCK the 365th day to spite hallmark and gillette specifically and you know what. i respect it.