In an effort to forget about some recent embarrassments, we've decided to dust off the old D-Bag-O-Meter and give it a spin. If only the book we were holding in that fateful picture was Multiple Bles8ings: Surviving to Thriving with Twins and Sextuplets. Ah hindsight.
You think you're so cool in your Ed Hardy t-shirts, smoking your ciggies and hanging out with your twenty-something gal pals. Well, we're here to bring you back down to reality (you can thank us later, or now if you want, in the comments section).
Dude, you have eight kids, two dogs and a not-even-ex-yet-wife. Get a hold of yourself. Fly back to wherever-you-come-from, Pennsylvania, drive back to your sprawling piece of land and spend some time with those eight kids and two dogs (we won't even judge if you don't want to kick back with your not-even-ex-yet-wife).
You should be ashamed of yourself. You've scored higher on the D-Bag-O-Meter (patent pending) than PC, hovering right around Spencer level or "total d-bag" status. You have ten plus years on both of them, not to mention the 8 children, you should know better.