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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