dad's a workolic

i just got outa summer school yesterday and from the time i woke up(seven o'clock) he had me sitting next to him helping him out by doing stuff like handing him hammers and all that other brain-dead activity, then he has the nerve to yell when i start daydreaming! the only reason we stopped was cus i accidentally broke our front door-if the wind get's too tough, we'll spend the night in the cold...i feel bad....but at least we stopped working!
hope you guys like this thing

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