Wednesday, November 24, 2010

FAMOUS THANKSGIVING QUOTES IN DAD HISTORY



Watch it, mister.

I don't care what you've heard about their saliva, letting Lucky lick them is not the same as putting them in the dishwasher.

No you're not. No you're not. Rock Hudson wasn't, and neither are you. Pass the yams. No you're not.

You will speak English at this table in this house on this day, Rajka, or so help me God I will call the exchange program and send you packing.

Forks are not catapults!

Because football is what God meant for men to do on grass.

Michael J. Fox is 44 you know. Sure he is. All I'm saying is you have a 44-year old on your wall.

I'm going to Wendy's. YES I AM.

Turn it off. Wipe it down. Put it back in Aunt Lorraine's purse and apologize to her. Now.

This isn't pony meat, it's turkey. Well, don't listen to your brother then.

Bless us our Lord for these thy whose phone is that? WHOSE IS IT?

As long as you're under my roof, you'll eat as many carbs as your mother puts on the table!

No you may not.

Some of the Indians had it coming.

Because Mommy is a lamprey. Look it up.

I do not pay twenty thousand dollars a year in tuition so that you can date a surfer!

Get out from under there.

Well this turkey lived free and died of old age. So wipe your eyes and eat.

I'm gonna football as much as I damn house. My house. Beer please'm.

Yes, I'm sure it was funny in 1977. Now stop playing with your mashed potatoes and eat them, Richard Dreyfuss.

Wipe the damn grin off your face and push Lucky off of your leg. Now.

Friday, November 05, 2010

I have invented an umbrella . . .

that will make your larger-than-large tent-like umbrella...

PREGNANT.

That's right, fuckers. So keep on using those massive umbrellas. When it gets really heavy in a few months and a crying baby drops on your head, don't come screaming to me with your placenta-dripping face, I WARNED YOU HERE!


And then you're gonna have to take care of the thing. Weird little Umbrellababy. What the heck is it? Spawned from two umbrellas! Yet it scrambles for your teet, mewling and gnawing. Yes, even YOUR teet, Mr. Douchebag Businessman. As you grimace and tear-up, the tiny teeth sawing away at your Mannipple, you will regret using such a large umbrella.