Conversation and A Photo
That have nothing to do with one another.
The backstory: Donny leans over his work with the soldering iron and I immediately see the smoke waft up into his face as I'm leaving the room, so I lean back in.
"Shouldn't you have a vent over that?" (he leans away and keeps working) "I just don't want your kids to have three eyes or something..."
"Well, with my taste in women that might be a possibility anyway."
...
"Alright well I don't want you to get cancer."
"I'm leaning away!"
And a belated photo of three very cute kids.
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