My Dad was in town this weekend, which was nice for the most part. He met crush, which was at first cute as they discussed literature and he even recited some of his poetry to her ... and then he switched into Professor Mode (he is a career academic) and grilled her on the PhD. Absolutely. Grilled. Challenged her methodology, questioned her assumptions. It was totally embarrasing. Poor crush was in shock. I was mortifed.
Why can't I have a Dad that just makes lame Dad-Jokes?
Monday, June 26, 2006
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maybe all his dad-jokes were stolen by his son...
I represent the implication of that statement.
You sure do, ole man schmoopy, i done seen it with my own eyes.
I have often wondered what happens in a young man's brain that marks the transition to full Dad-Joke status.
Several of my friends are also getting more Dad-Joke as the years go by. None of us are Dads, so the fact of procreation doesn't appear related.
This warrants further study.
I like the sound of your Dad.
My Dad is the worst of the Dad of Dad Jokes variety. He can barely say a sentence without including a bad pun.
I always wanted an academic dad. My dad only likes the academics who share his penchant for Jamesons and Poker, and his eyes always glazed over when I was telling him about my thesis...
Although he does love lecturing my friends on grammar, which is slightly embarrassing...
he actually did come out with a few dad-jokes before and after "the trial". and he writes a mean haiku...
he actually did come out with a few dad-jokes before and after "the trial". and he writes a mean haiku...
dad joke alert:
what did the bra say to the hat?
you go on ahead; i'll pick these two up and give them a lift...
i'll get me coat.
r
Two sandwiches walk into a bar and the bar tender says: "Sorry we don't serve food here".
Two men walked into a bar... You'd think at least one of them would have seen it.
I have been the queen of Dad jokes forever... Funnily enough, i picked it up from my dad. We have hilarious conversations at dinner, with the rest of the family laughing AT us, not WITH us.
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