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Monday, June 22, 2009

Who's your daddy...and what does he do?

In this country, on the third Sunday of June after the first great rain of the second monsoon of the eighth flood of the sixteenth earthquake, is a day they call Father's Day. According to the Wikipidia demon, 'Father's Day is a day honoring fathers'.

I do not wish to tell you about my father, because it is a sensitive subject, and unless I am sufficiently drunk, I refuse to talk about it. However, now is the time to tell me about your father, and your memories of the man who impregnated your mother with his man seed. Please, talk to Horatio. He wants to hear your tender souvenirs because they help me kill time before American Idol starts. Here, I tell you exactly what I want, or my governor will...



Who is your daddy, and what does he do?

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14 Comments:

Anonymous Edward Moon said...

My Dad is an inventor. He invented the television and, more recently, the internet. We get on well, though I feel our relationship would be improved if he acknowledged me as his biological son.

June 22, 2009 at 7:55 PM  
Anonymous Edward Moon said...

My Dad is an inventor. He invented the television and, more recently, the internet. We get on well, though I feel our relationship would be improved if he acknowledged me as his biological son.

June 22, 2009 at 7:55 PM  
Anonymous Hannah Benedict said...

My dad was a sagger maker's bottom knocker. Aren't you all jealous?

June 23, 2009 at 10:01 AM  
Anonymous Hannah Benedict said...

My dad was a sagger maker's bottom knocker. Aren't you all jealous?

June 23, 2009 at 10:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

my daddy used to love planes. Now he loves boats.

June 25, 2009 at 1:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

my daddy used to love planes. Now he loves boats.

June 25, 2009 at 1:08 PM  
Anonymous Edward Moon said...

That's weird! My daddy used to love boats, but now he loves planes.

June 25, 2009 at 1:15 PM  
Anonymous Edward Moon said...

That's weird! My daddy used to love boats, but now he loves planes.

June 25, 2009 at 1:15 PM  
Anonymous Philip Cheeter said...

How ironic! I'm on a boat right now! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOvaCV6uQp8&feature=related

June 25, 2009 at 2:08 PM  
Anonymous Philip Cheeter said...

How ironic! I'm on a boat right now! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOvaCV6uQp8&feature=related

June 25, 2009 at 2:08 PM  
Anonymous Brian Jones said...

My papa started out as Winston Churchill's shoe shine boy. His leather buffing skills won him the 1954 world shoeshine championships in Mumbai. Success went to his head, literally, and he started smearing black boot polish on his face. I suppose it was more acceptable in those days.

June 25, 2009 at 3:13 PM  
Anonymous Brian Jones said...

My papa started out as Winston Churchill's shoe shine boy. His leather buffing skills won him the 1954 world shoeshine championships in Mumbai. Success went to his head, literally, and he started smearing black boot polish on his face. I suppose it was more acceptable in those days.

June 25, 2009 at 3:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The marvelous epoch of the boot polish on the face and smiling tooths is certainly not an open and shut case. On the other hand, it is at the moment no longer acceptable because the left field minority are off their heads, euphoric with well doing and political correcting. Slow to follow the heard, I can still be found at my place, late in the evenings applying the aforementioned boot polish and making an entertainment for other like minds. We sing, we dance and knash out tooths. Everyone is extremely enjoyed. How is this called wrong?

June 25, 2009 at 3:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The marvelous epoch of the boot polish on the face and smiling tooths is certainly not an open and shut case. On the other hand, it is at the moment no longer acceptable because the left field minority are off their heads, euphoric with well doing and political correcting. Slow to follow the heard, I can still be found at my place, late in the evenings applying the aforementioned boot polish and making an entertainment for other like minds. We sing, we dance and knash out tooths. Everyone is extremely enjoyed. How is this called wrong?

June 25, 2009 at 3:40 PM  

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