All your little short peckered, near-sighted, hermorphadite mountain goat
offspring wish you a very exciting and adventurous Fathers Day. Go climb
that mountain, Chuckie, go for the gusto, find your wooly mate and mount her
with Pleiadian abandon. Just be careful, autistic genes can be easily passed
along. Besides, you people are good at math. After all you learned to count
to twenty without tasking your socks off. Way to go, Chuckiebutt.