The day after Christmas is a bit of a letdown, so we've decided to bring back a particularly hilarious episode of Daditude. This one goes out to all the Santas that are sleeping in because they spent all night putting together a bike. DadLabs Ep. 239 Daditude.

Daddy Brad: It’s December 26th the day after Christmas and you are ready for your family to get the hell out of your house and back to respective hobbles. So here is a little Christmas cheer to brighten up your day.
Daddy Troy: To lighten things up we have looked way back on the hard drives. We’ve found a classic episode and it brought to you by Parentricity.com.
Daddy Clay: This is a Daditude, you will recognize this incredible rap by Owen. This one goes out to all you dads that put together a bike over the holidays, The Bike Rap.
Daddy Brad: We looked back in the hard drive? What like four segments ago.
Daddy Troy: Technically that is correct, we looked back on the hard drive.
Daddy Brad: That’s true words have meaning. What are you doing with your ball man? That’s weird.
Daddy Owen: Yeah it’s hot here for a pop. I got a little story. I hope you cannot relate. Went to the store like a good dad oughta. Gonna buy a gift my little daughter. What would a little girl like? The guy behind the counter says “Hey how ‘bout a bike?” Take the box home. Take a little look. A manual, the size of the f’kin phone book. If I find the writer he is worse than fight, when I am done with him so assembly be required. I don’t even own a ¾’ ratchet. Well three in the mornin’ and I’m busy buildin’. Screwin’ and screwin’ like a drunk Paris Hilton. Uhmmm damn I wish I had a gat. I;m so pissed off I ‘d like to shoot the cat. I’m a dad. Yeah. And I’m rad, yeah. Boxer shorts and plaids. Yeah. The chain goes “SNAP!” hits me in the crotch. I look like a briss that just got bopped. Oww! Handle bars are on backwards. How did that happen? Don’t push me man I am close to the edge. Screwin’in the screws, tightenin the bolts. I drink a quart of gin and then a can of Jolt. I think I’m all done. I think the bike’s complete and then I realize I forgot the seat. I find the seat. I lose the wheel. Now how the hell is that going to make my daughter feel? I coulda got a teddy bear or a rubber duck. Instead I got a bike all *beep, beep, beep* up. Schwinn like my *beep*. *beep* damn bike doesn’t have a seat. Enos!