A Father Questions Why He Got Macaroni Art Instead of a Philly Steak Grinder on Father’s Day

Dear Son,

Thanks for the macaroni art you made me for Father’s Day. Your depiction of an astronaut walking on a moon made of cheese was quite unexpected. But I need to ask you something, and don’t take this the wrong way. Did you fall and hit your head or something? I mean, you treated Mom to Rascal House on Mother’s Day and she can’t stop talking about it. You should hear the way she raves about the Philly Steak Grinder. I’d trade my prized poster of The Six Million Dollar Man for just one bite of that roast beef smothered in grilled mushrooms, onions and provolone cheese. C’mon, Son! You know I’ve always supported your artistic endeavors, but enough is enough. Everyone at work was just telling me how much they were looking forward to spending Father’s Day at Rascal House with their kids. Was it not me who taught you how to play catch? And who showed you how to shave? Nice beard by the way. What I’m trying to say is this: when you have to choose between giving your father a homemade picture of an astronaut walking on a moon made of cheese and treating him to a Philly Steak Grinder from Rascal House, always choose both. Because I really think a homemade picture of an astronaut walking on a moon made of cheese is really cool. But it’s a lot easier to stomach when it comes with a Philly Steak Grinder from Rascal House.

Love,

Your devoted dad.

p.s. Something tells me your mother put you up to this.

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