There are two videos I consider tied for the title of Best Rumpus Video Interruption.
The first one stars a young man who appears to be an ordinary surfer. And for some that may be enough. But there’s a secret to this fellow. He is my son. Until I saw this video it had been 12 years since I saw him last. His mother was driving down the road as I crumpled up the number she gave me. I thought she had been trying to scam me by claiming he was my son. After all, I was rich and she was poor. Plus, I had pulled out. But seeing this video now the resemblance is too great to deny. So hello, my son. I shall name you Grant and you can surf on a wave of my tears for having denied you. Please give me a call sometime. I’d love to speak with you.
Then there’s this kid. I know he’s not my son because there’s no way my kids could ever be this boring. It’s just not possible. My doctor actually says, “Yay” when he sees my sperm through a microscope. That’s how exciting I am, genetically. I watch this video every night before bed. It helps put me to sleep better than the pills do.
