say "No. That's my dad." Then storm off.
Dad jokes
Dad says: "You are my son, I'm confident about that. Your friend over there, is also my son, THAT is confidential.
Well, It's not a purebread anymore.
A puppy nailed to 7 trees.
Do you even Lyft bro? (I'll see myself out)
You ask.
Thunderwear
Link: It's raining Z: No it's not L: *Plays Song of Storms* Z: You're sleeping with Epona tonight