Life is full of changes. We (everyone besides the engineers and PT'rs and Donny) are about to embark on unbelievable journeys beyond college, where we either commit ourselves to a sweet 40 hours a week, of which 10 more will be spent in commute/getting ready/getting undressed (bet you didnt think of that). We will most likely feel the need at some point and throw down a wedding for awkward greetings and boozing beyond belief (YOU LOVE IT)... then the honeymoon.... then you pretty much run out of ideas and have some kids. One or more of which, if you are a male, will be a girl/girls (if you think about it, that means everyones having a girl... this is why murphy and his laws are worthless and made up by grumpy people.) Once you have this girl, you will be greeted with this hatred for boys her, and more than her, age because, lets face it, you were a horny douschbag once too and it worked on some girls, resulting in "play." Play. Not throwing legos at your brother, not jumping off the swings, not imagining you are a famous singer and having a concert for beanie babies.... Play, with a dude that drove off with your daughter with the following liscence plate:

man, that guys hilarious.... what a d-bag. if that showed up to my house i would pick up a tree and place it on his. Then i would look him in the eyes and say "once, a barber cut my sideburns when i asked him not too, and i punched his face off and i keep it in a jar on my bedstand. I am asking you to stay away from my daughter, capeish?"

john mayer better remember he has to be nice to my daughter as well. Otherwise i will be putting his face in a jar.