Rules for dating my daughter
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 9:05 pm
Ok, this has been around for a really long time but my best friend came over tonight and his daughter just started High School.
I pulled this up and we were crying we were laughing so hard. (ok, I THINK that is why he was crying)
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, as long as you do not peer at anything below her
neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's 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 propose
this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear
showing and your pants ten 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 to your
waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's
world, 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, 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, and 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 but her until
she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, 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 changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for
a date with my daughter: places where there are beds, sofas, or
anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no
parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is
darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or
happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to
induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or
anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped
up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to
be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games
are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a
pot-bellied, balding, 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 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.
I pulled this up and we were crying we were laughing so hard. (ok, I THINK that is why he was crying)
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, as long as you do not peer at anything below her
neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's 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 propose
this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear
showing and your pants ten 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 to your
waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's
world, 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, 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, and 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 but her until
she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, 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 changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for
a date with my daughter: places where there are beds, sofas, or
anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no
parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is
darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or
happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to
induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or
anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped
up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to
be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games
are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a
pot-bellied, balding, 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 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.