They are. And they do.

Monday, June 21, 2010

I want to kidnap my dad and take him skydiving, just to see what sorts of words he comes up with.

You won't find that on Shit My Dad Says.

Happy Father's Day.


I’m sorry if you don’t get that one, but I refuse to use footnotes. The joke is so far inside, you’d better hope it’s wearing a rubber.

It is, btw. I don’t bare-nyuck.

I'm not quite sure what that means, but I think I need to go take a shower.

I saw an ad that said, “Give your dad a Droid for Father’s Day.” Um, no. Bad idea. He isn’t comfortable with texting, let alone all of the various what-have-you. And if he did get a Droid, he’d probably name it R2. No. Fuck that. I get to name mine R2.

It would certainly help for when I lose the thing.

+4 Nerd Points. And if you got that, you can have 3 of them.

Come jiggle with me.