As a professional Fartographer, I can confirm this is the correct answer. Sometimes you’re feeling confident that you’re hanging out with a fart, but then it comes out to you as poop.
Then you have to tell it, “look, I still appreciate you as something I created, but I can’t support your choice of being poop.” And then you tell it that it has until the weekend to get out of your pants.
Weird assumption. My mom’s still alive, who do you think drives me to the cemetery on my dad’s birthday and the day of his passing? You think I’m gonna be a quitter just because my dad gave me the ultimate handicap?
Hey, have you ever cried so hard that it made jerking off in the cemetery almost seem redundant?
Yeah, that’s fucking weird. Fathers and sons are meant to compete which is why my dad and I still hold our semi-annual Jerk-off Jam; I’ve won every single one since 2016. All the witnesses at the cemetery can confirm this.