Not that Daddy, you dirty minded freak. Your father. Papa. The old man.

Admittedly, he didn’t bear you through nine months of pregnancy, but (hopefully) he stuck around for that time period, despite the irritable ball of hormones which did bear you through nine months of pregnancy. And you know she wasn’t always the most pleasant person to be around.

Just remember to show your dad a bit of love today, not just getting him some generic department store crap. After all, he did somehow manage to put up with you. Hopefully. Unless he went to the store to get a pack of smokes . . . and never came back . . . on Christmas Eve . . . the bastard (sniffle).

Anyway, remember that this is the day to say thanks to Dad. Or Dads. Or Mom who used to be Dad (hey, it’s Berkeley).

Oh, and Dad? Can we borrow a couple of bucks?


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