some thoughtful information for those who ARE daughters, WERE daughters, HAVE daughters, or INTEND TO DATE a daughter
rule one=if you pull into my driveway and honk, you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up
rule two=you do not touch my daughter in front of me. you may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. if you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughters body, I will remove them
rule three=I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I purpose this compromise: you may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants 10 sizes too big, and i will not object. however, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place of your waist
rule four=I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world’s, sex without utilizing a ‘barrier method’ of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you
rule five=in order for us to get to know each other, you may think we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house. The only word I need from you on this subject is ‘early’
rule six=I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one else until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry
rule seven=as you stand in my house, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the golden gate bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like change the oil in my car?
Rule eight=the following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
Places where there are beds, couches, or anything softer than a wooden stool
Places where there are no parents, police or nuns within eyesight
Places where there is darkness
Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or general happiness
Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, midriff t-shirts, or anything other then a boiler suit, legwarmers, and an arctic grade jacket zipped up to her throat
Football games are okay. Old folks homes are better
Any movies with even the slightest of slight reference to love, romance, or sex must be avoided
Movies which feature chainsaws are okay
Rule nine=do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot bellied, balding, gray haired, middle aged, dim witted has been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me
Rule ten=be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange psychosis starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car-there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine
2006-08-29
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