“Dad, I don’t wanna wear matching outfits.” “Grahame, goddammit, it’s Father-Son Sunday.” “I know, Dad. I love Father-Son Sunday.” “Remember when we went fishing?” “We’ve never been fishing, Dad.” “You’re just jealous of my guns.” “I’m not.” “Feel ’em, boy.” “I’m not going to–” “FEEL DADDY’S GUNS, BOY!” … “Very impressive.” “That’s the power of … Continue reading Lesh, Lesh, Legs