- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
- Hey, Dad?!
Please save me: my children are trying to kill me.
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Christopher Garlington is currently weaning himself from his obsession with do-rags in order to appear more like a grown-up in the presence of his children. As soon as he opens his mouth or tells a story you know, pretty much, everything’s going to end up as a fart joke or a story about puke. His Christmas tree is currently in the running for longest standing post-holiday decoration in the posh, Northside Chicago neighborhood where he lives with his wife and two kids. Mr. Garlington was born in Birmingham, AL and raised briefly in the hills of Shelby County and then for a seemingly unendurable enternity among the lakes and groves of Lake County, FL. He considers himself a southern writer. He has one tattoo. He has no college education. He makes perfect gumbo.
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