Daddy's 10 Rules Of Dating!

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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 to 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:

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: Places

where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool; places

where there is darkness; places where there is dancing, holding hands, or

happiness; places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce 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 but movies that

feature chain saws 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 potbellied, balding, middle-aged,

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 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 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 driveways 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. As a side

note, please understand that if I mention I like who you are that doesn't mean

you're safe. It means you and I have an understanding...I love my daughter, and

She'll always come 1st, so praise her.

lol..

[Ladylethal 12]

I remember this one.

[Scott & Lai 12]

I like this guy

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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 to 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:

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: Places

where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool; places

where there is darkness; places where there is dancing, holding hands, or

happiness; places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce 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 but movies that

feature chain saws 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 potbellied, balding, middle-aged,

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 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 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 driveways 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. As a side

note, please understand that if I mention I like who you are that doesn't mean

you're safe. It means you and I have an understanding...I love my daughter, and

She'll always come 1st, so praise her.

lol..

I thaught my daddy was the toughest of all! =))