Poor Me

Since my pops won't probably number his calf 19-50, I have decided to use subliminal messaging to get my way. I doubt it will work.

In church last Sunday (yes, I was paying attention), I drew this picture. If you look carefully, you'll find quite a few 1950s.

I figure that when Dad sees it he'll be like "oh, that's great" and then a few minute later think to himself "I know exactly what to number that calf! 19-50!"

And thus my brilliant plan will be exacted.