Dad, You've always been there for me. When I was Little and Cute. And when I was little, and Not so cute. You taught me how to throw, and how to ride a bike. You were there for my rebellious teenage years. I "Borrowed" your money. And ate all your food. And broke your stuff. But through it all you were there for me. Since it's Father's Day, I just wanted to thank you for always being there. And to ask one question, How the Hell did you put up with me?