I just heard a commercial on the radio that started out with a bunch of guys talking about how their buddy can't join them on the trip to Las Vegas this weekend because he's stuck with babysitting duty. They go on to make fun of him saying that the kid doesn't even look like him, that a smart guy with an MBA ought to realize that the kid probably isn't his. Just as I'm wondering where the hell the commercial is going, the ad kicks in for at-home paternity testing by mail. Thank god for science.
DOES YOUR SON LOOK SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE THE MAILMAN? ARE YOU STUCK AT HOME BABYSITTING HIM, KNOWING YOUR FRIENDS ARE LAUGHING AT YOU AS THEY SNORT COCAINE OFF A STRIPPER'S ASS IN VEGAS?
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