(A Guest Post from the Kid, Who Feels Slandered.)
Okay, that last post about how me and Dad Delagar would starve to death if Mom Delagar left is a LIE! We got along very nicely.
Dad Delagar took out the trash once, and I also did the dishes and filled up an ice cube tray when it was empty!
Plus, I can make ramen noodles without help now! I can survive college!
And Dad Delagar and I went to Fayetteville! He didn't get a guitar but he would have if he had found one he liked.
And Dad Delagar was all like 'do you want some dinner?' and I was all like 'nuuu I don't need your food!'
So basically the only bad thing was that one day Dad Delagar watched war documentaries from dawn till dusk.