Ten rules for dating my daughter joke
Marine, gathered these rules together from around the Web, updated them a bit and sent them to me. 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.You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck.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 ass.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.This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter.
“I was home schooled so I wouldn’t learn any of the words that I love to use so much now.” He’s a talented poet who’s not afraid of a few well-placed “fucks,” — religious upbringing be dammed. Now, I am hyper sensitive to anything that even closely resembles misogyny.” He told Today Parents, “I was a feminist long before I had daughters, but it wasn’t until I was blessed with the task of raising young women that I realized why: these girls are amazing humans, and I can take no credit for that other than the fact that I at least knew that the best thing I could do for them is not try to ‘mold’ them.” How refreshing is that?
Let me elaborate: When it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.