$BAD
Bro I just walked in the door after a 12-hour overnight shift, still smelling like work, and the whole living room looks like a paper shredder and a foam factory had a cage match. Couch cushions ripped open. White fluff everywhere. Toilet paper hanging from the ceiling fan. And right in the middle of the crime scene… this golden idiot just sitting there looking at me like “hey dad, you’re home early.” No shame. No apology. Just pure bad dog energy. That’s the coin. $BADDOG. For every tired bastard who’s ever come home to absolute chaos and still scratched the little terrorist behind the ears.
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