Carnies. And Crappy Father’s Day to Hank.

Lotta Father’s Day kudos going on out there this week in the wide world of Internet.

And I’m sure that they are all deserved.

I posted once on Facebook about having an awesome husband – the most awesome in fact – and was sharply reminded that those kind of comments would never do well, since someone would surely come along and steal my fabulous husband away.

So say hello to Hank, the most terrible and crap father any child could have, and the yuckiest husband alive.

We got him a poopy cake for Crappy Father’s Day.

It was red velvet. And it tasted disgusting and no one liked it.

To add more crap to Crappy Father’s Day, we took him to a crap carnival.

We had a terrible time.

Especially when the boys flew in their fake airplanes that were not fun at all.

So much not fun that I was blown disgusting kisses for the very bad fun. I mean bad time.

This is our sad face picture.

We looked over and saw these things that never make people happy.

No more smiling and I mean it. 

Anybody gotta peanut?

Look at that boy turning his frown upside down…

Even the sun was disappointing.

And also this ride. 

Hold on. It gets worse.

What kind of crappy father eats his kid’s face?

I guess this one.

I think they’re going to be crappy fathers one day, too. 

At least I sure hope so.

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