*stands over dads casket* "Mom isn't doing well, dad." *puts hand on dad's shoulder* "You need to stop building caskets.
It's creepy."
*I reach for the thermostat* *my dad runs in barking* *neighbor's dad starts
barking* *within seconds all the neighborhood dads are barking*
Son: Are you going anywhere Dad?
Dad: No, I'm going to Romania.
"Dad why was I called Holly?" cos u were born at a special time of year
"And me dad?" yes Summer and u too "And me too dad?" yes Easter-Egg
I have chronic diarrhea.
My dad also has chronic diarrhea, and his dad had it too... It runs in our jeans.