So I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my tiddies — No, I’m stuck. Like for real. I’m not kidding and I need you to come home. Mom’s out for the night and Dad’s not here. I was walking through the door and caught the back of my sling on the handle and I can’t get free and I’m stuck. Dude, let me tell you it’s been a long half hour.
As much as I appreciate your vine references, this isn’t your proudest moment, Coop. I’ll be saving this message and sharing it with everyone, but I’ll come to rescue you from your battle with the door handle.











