That said, 10 years from now, I see you and me in L.A. (Betty Ford and/or boob lifts). We’ll have made millions leading a class action lawsuit against cocoa butter manufacturers for fraud.

We’ll sit poolside beamoaning how our rugrats repeatedly say “You’re ruining my life! You never let me do what I want to do! Your rules are oppressive!” (substitute “W” for every “R” & “L” if said whiner is under 3…toddlers speak Engrish like that)

And then we’ll simultaneously smack Dan for teaching the little shits to question authority. It’ll be good times!