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OK reading the post 'Future CarJunkies' I see a lot of you have young daughters your a little concerned about .
Well someone sent me a set of rule's about 10 years ago (before the show, 8 simple rules) and I think you guys might like knowing what they are; Don't get me wrong, BUY the gun just in case ;)
Here they are, (email me if you want a copy sent to you)...(oh you young ones might want to change the war in #10)...
TEN SIMPLE RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER!!!
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you are surely 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 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 insure 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:
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 that I require from you is an indication as to when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need to hear from you 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 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 or 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 going outside and washing 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 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 even better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a slow, young middle aged, slightly overweight, dimwitted 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 but one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres of land. 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 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 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 camouflage face at the window is mine.
To be continued.
Well someone sent me a set of rule's about 10 years ago (before the show, 8 simple rules) and I think you guys might like knowing what they are; Don't get me wrong, BUY the gun just in case ;)
Here they are, (email me if you want a copy sent to you)...(oh you young ones might want to change the war in #10)...
TEN SIMPLE RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER!!!
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you are surely 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 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 insure 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:
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 that I require from you is an indication as to when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need to hear from you 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 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 or 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 going outside and washing 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 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 even better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a slow, young middle aged, slightly overweight, dimwitted 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 but one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres of land. 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 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 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 camouflage face at the window is mine.
To be continued.
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