lewdandlicentious
I AM THE ALTAR
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I recently again came across this list of rules and thought it only right and proper to submit a new thread!
Feel free to add your own lists, under any subject, in any context!
This is mine! (I love this)
RULES FOR BOYS WHO DATE GIRLS - BY THEIR FATHERS!
RULE ONE:
If you pull into my driveway and simply honk, you'd better be delivering a parcel, because you're sure as hell not picking anything up.
RULE TWO:
Do not make the mistake of staring at or touching my daughter in front of me.
If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter's body, I reserve the right to 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. Therefore, you may come to the door with your underwear showing and your trousers 10 sizes too big.
However, if you do feel the need to come to my door dressed in such a manner, in order to ensure that your clothes do not in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will feel the need to take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely to your waist.
RULE FOUR:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you.
Believe me when I tell you son, that in this case, I am the barrier and I will kill you if you so much as THINK about sex with my daughter!
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 attempt to do this.
The only information I expect or require from you, is when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house.
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 OK 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 hall way, (for you will not be invited in further)waiting for my daughter to appear, if an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget.
Do something useful, like change the oil in my car, cut the grass or brush the dog!
RULE EIGHT:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter;
Anywhere where there are beds, sofas or anything softer than a wooden stool.
Anywhere where there are no parents, police or nuns.
Anywhere where there is dancing, holding hands or happiness.
Romantic movies are to be avoided.
Football matches are OK. Old folks homes are better.
RULE NINE:
Do NOT lie to me.
I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter I am the all-knowing merciless god of your universe. If I ask where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth.
I have a shotgun, a shovel and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
RULE TEN:
Be afraid son!
Be very afraid.
It could take very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in my driveway for that of a chopper coming over a cow infested field in the pissing rain in Armagh. When my flash-backs start acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns, grinning insanely as I wait for you to bring my little girl home.
RULE ELEVEN:
As soon as you pull onto my driveway, for your own safety, immediately exit your car and announce in a loud, clear voice that you have brought my daughter home early then return to your car. There is no need for you to linger, walk her to the door or come inside.
You can rest assured as to her safety from here-on in. The camouflaged, baseball bat wielding face at the window is mine.
Feel free to add your own lists, under any subject, in any context!
This is mine! (I love this)
RULES FOR BOYS WHO DATE GIRLS - BY THEIR FATHERS!
RULE ONE:
If you pull into my driveway and simply honk, you'd better be delivering a parcel, because you're sure as hell not picking anything up.
RULE TWO:
Do not make the mistake of staring at or touching my daughter in front of me.
If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter's body, I reserve the right to 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. Therefore, you may come to the door with your underwear showing and your trousers 10 sizes too big.
However, if you do feel the need to come to my door dressed in such a manner, in order to ensure that your clothes do not in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will feel the need to take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely to your waist.
RULE FOUR:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you.
Believe me when I tell you son, that in this case, I am the barrier and I will kill you if you so much as THINK about sex with my daughter!
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 attempt to do this.
The only information I expect or require from you, is when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house.
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 OK 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 hall way, (for you will not be invited in further)waiting for my daughter to appear, if an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget.
Do something useful, like change the oil in my car, cut the grass or brush the dog!
RULE EIGHT:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter;
Anywhere where there are beds, sofas or anything softer than a wooden stool.
Anywhere where there are no parents, police or nuns.
Anywhere where there is dancing, holding hands or happiness.
Romantic movies are to be avoided.
Football matches are OK. Old folks homes are better.
RULE NINE:
Do NOT lie to me.
I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter I am the all-knowing merciless god of your universe. If I ask where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth.
I have a shotgun, a shovel and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
RULE TEN:
Be afraid son!
Be very afraid.
It could take very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in my driveway for that of a chopper coming over a cow infested field in the pissing rain in Armagh. When my flash-backs start acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns, grinning insanely as I wait for you to bring my little girl home.
RULE ELEVEN:
As soon as you pull onto my driveway, for your own safety, immediately exit your car and announce in a loud, clear voice that you have brought my daughter home early then return to your car. There is no need for you to linger, walk her to the door or come inside.
You can rest assured as to her safety from here-on in. The camouflaged, baseball bat wielding face at the window is mine.