Tragic tale, indeed.

"Once upon a time there was Hosé. You know Hosé.......Hydraulic Hosé, he has a little brother named Fuel Hosé and a wimpy second cousin named Garden Hosé. Anyway HH and I were wrestling and he got all bent out of shape when I was twisting his scrawny, oily neck with the crescent wrench. Well, he didn't like that at all and went all ballistic on me and smashed me in the cheek with the wrench. I thought I was helping him out but nnnoooooo he didn't appreciate it at all. The End."

For those of you who aren't facebook friends with my father (Or just friends with him period)... You're missing out on life. I read the above story, which he wrote as a comment on the picture of him with a black eye. This is indeed the tragic tale of how he received said black eye. And it's hilarious. I love you dad!