Hey Open Bar . . . jealous much?
Said the proud papa of terrible two-year old tobacco toker Ardi Rizal: "He looks pretty healthy to me. I don't see the problem."
After publishing this I realized it would make a great installment in our Real Men of Genius series, so here goes:
Sung: real men of genius.
Spoken: we salute you, Mr. letting-your-toddler-smoke-two-packs-a-day, guy. When you heard that adults who smoke two packs a day can die of cancer in their 50s and even their 40s, you had the courage to ask why your son should have to wait that long.
Sung: can I bum a smoke, dad?
Spoken: you understand that when your kids want to start smoking cigarettes, there's just no way to stop them. Even if they're two.
Sung: (inaudible, then coughing)
Spoken: and so here's to you, oh professor of parenting prowess and perpetual puffing: your wife, the government, international media outlets, and the most basic notions of common sense may say your wrong, but -- cough -- you said "fuck 'em, son, let's have another."
Sung: Mr. letting-your-toddler-smoke-two-packs-a-day, guy