I have kids and I can handle boo-boos and potty training and questions about sex and masturbating, grades, friends, hygiene, and early girlfriends. But what makes me shake in my shoes is if they ever ask me what real love is. Unless you’re one of my kids, if I’ve told … Continue reading I wanna love something…anything…like Michael Jackson loved his monkey.
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