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daddy's rules

Discussion in 'Jokes and Humour' started by halifax, Sep 11, 2005.

  1. Daddy's Daughter - Rules for the boyfriends

    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 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 you 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:
    It is usually understood that 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 than 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:
    1. Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden tool.
    2. Places where there is darkness.
    3. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
    4. 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.
    5. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are OK.
    6. Hockey games are okay.
    7. Old folks homes are better.

    Rule Nine:
    Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, 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.

    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 near 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 the 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 love rule 4 :p
  2. my kids had better end up being boys i swear :? cos thats me in a nutshell if they come out girls :LOL:
  3. Those rules are not a joke; and as such should not be in the Jokes and Humour section.
    I had to live by those rules for the first 24 months going out with my other half; thankfully now her father has warmed up to me... only took... hang on; lemme get the abacus out...
  4. As a father of a now 29 year old daughter, I too can attest that those rules are not funny, they are absolutely true!
  5. 29 years old i hear you say! i hope she took after her mother for her sake!
  6. Thankfully she did, in almost every department.

    Except that she makes her living as Australia's only professional female ventriloquist so I guess she takes after he dad in the yabber department.
  8. I'm already preparing myself for prison life IF I ever have a daughter, or God forbid, daughters. On the other hand, I expect my sons to be mad rooting machines with a panchant for fast bikes and loose women. I can see the contradiction, but I see no need for rationality a this point.