It's a picture of.. Umm.. A guy... Enjoying himself from a lady.. Aaaand.. It's photoshopped.. So it looks like she's drinking the energy drink. I mean do you really need explanation lol
Oh, my God, I laughed so hard at that. Partly because it reminded me of my own Daddy, who I loved with all of my heart. Talk about patience. Meaning he had NONE. When I learned to ride a bike there was no such thing as me using training wheels. He would just hold on to the back of the bike and trot along behind me when I pedalled and let go, just like in what you posted (but me without a helmet, what else). After a while I stopped wiping out, and that's how little jeto learned how to ride a bike, haha. He was the type where even if you hurt yourself pretty bad - especially by today's wuss standards - his stock response was, "Ahhhh, you're fine, just rub some dirt on it." I was shocked to learn when I was in my 30s that I had broken my collarbone when I was a kid. Orthopedist: "I see you broke your clavicle when you were young." "I what?" HAHAHA. OK, so back to the thread. My natural father's name is Clint and his birthday was on Monday. He's not the saccharine type, but I looked for some pictures of a birthday cake that said Happy Birthday Clint to text him, anyway. Well, I struck gold. I couldn't have found something more perfect: EDIT & P.S.: And yes, he laughed like hell. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree in that orchard.
