I compare my dad to the men that I've dealt with

I compare my dad to the men that I've dealt with, that is fucking ghetto. If I still have to call my dad for shit, get the fuck off my phone. I was on the phone with my dad and I said, I had these boxes and da da da, right? Come home. Tell me why I opened my garage. The boxes that I needed to be taken to the trash, gone. I came home and I didn't know he came to my house yet. And a package was delivered at my door. And I'm like, going fucking crazy because I thought somebody stole my package. Whole time, I opened my front door. Tell me why my dad came and put my bookshelves together that same fucking day. No issues. If you just don't do what my dad does, we have no business talking. I am so blessed to have the dad that I have. And today, like I don't know, it just hit harder. And I didn't even lift a finger. I didn't even complain. I didn't nag. I didn't ask for anything. I didn't do any of this stuff. I said something and it got done. It's just a reminder that if you still got to call on somebody and you got somebody in your fucking phone, you need to go ahead and change your number or block that bitch. That's what it is. They a bitch. It's a little PSA that I had to put out there. I compare my dad to the men that I've dealt with, that is fucking ghetto and sad. This is just a reminder that if you still got to call on somebody and you got a man, and you got somebody in your fucking phone, you need to go ahead and change your number or block that bitch. That's what it is. They a bitch.