Posted on 08/03/2009 1:42:09 PM PDT by the Fun in Fundamentalist
This song by Rodney Atkins sorta applies.
I’d play it all night on a continous loop....
Song: Cleaning This Gun (Come on in Boy)
The Declaration of Independence
Think I could tell you that first sentence
But then I’m lost
I can’t begin to count the theories
I’ve had pounded in my head
That I forgot
I don’t remember all that Spanish
Or the Gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I’ll never forget
(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she’s something else
She’s her daddy’s girl
Her momma’s world
She deserves respect
That’s what she’ll get
Ain’t it son?
Hey y’all run along and have some fun
I’ll see you when you get back
Bet I’ll be up all night
Still cleanin’ this gun
Well now that I’m a father
I’m scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind
She’s growin’ up so fast
It won’t be long before
I’ll have to put the fear of god into
Some kid at the door
(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she’s something else
She’s her daddy’s girl
Her momma’s world
She deserves respect
That’s what she’ll get
Now ain’t it son?
Y’all go out and have some fun
I’ll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin’ this gun
Now it’s all for show
Ain’t nobody gonna get hurt
It’s just a daddy thing
And hey, believe me, man it works
(Chorus)
Come on in boy sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter do you now?
Yeah we think she’s something else
She’s her daddy’s girl
Her momma’s world
She deserves respect
That’s what she’ll get
Now ain’t it son?
Y’all run along and have a little fun
I’ll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin’ this gun
Son, now y’all buckle up and have her back by te- let’s say about nine...thirty.
Drive safe.
There’s always the chance, a slim one I grant you, that the problem is the mom and the dad (they’re living in separate houses, for one thing). Certainly, this bears a cautious approach. Whether or not he sticks around, every good example of a family he meets may help him in the long run.
No pressure. ; )
Someone else said, ““If you’re not a liberal at twenty you have no heart, if you’re not a conservative at forty you have no brain.”
That song always makes me smile.
“My sister-in-law and her metro-sexual, d-bag husband are flaming NYC liberals. Whenever we are approaching a family event, I always tell my wife that I won’t start anything but I will damn well finish it if they do!”
Same situation as I have except they live in Phoenix, and I say the exact same thing to my wife when the sister-in-law is coming for a visit - I will not ever go there. Told my wife I’m not going to sit quietly holding my tongue and let her bash America and what we believe in for the sake of “family unity”.
Did the same thing at a relative’s house in Chicago 2 weeks ago. She had a flaming rat friend drop in while we were there. This rat started in immediately, I was kicked under the stable and given the evil eye by my relative to warn me to keep quiet, but after a couple of long minutes of that nonsense, I stopped taking it, and gave a lot more than I took until the rat left. This rat was an 85 year old German woman who lived under Hitler and came over after WWII - I would have thought she was smart enough to know what fascism is all about - guess she really isn’t very bright...
Just not going to take it anymore, from anyone, anywhere...
You said — She recently had a date with a recent grad. He was a shill for everything Obama (esp healthcare) and she said “I just don’t see this going anywhere” and that was it.
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Ummm..., she never heard of Mary Matalin and James Carville... LOL...
‘Does that include getting married to her, too... LOL...’
My father used a similar line after my sister got married (1st marriage). At the bar, to the groom. Congrats, and if you ever touch her in anger, I’ll kill you. Not kidding. It seemed to work. Italians tend to be very honest about certain things.
I’d also have the young man fill out this....
http://wilk4.com/humor/humorp3.htm
And don’t forget the Rules....
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.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will 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. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.
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. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you.
Rule Five: 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 do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”
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 okay 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 front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places lacking parents, policemen, or nuns. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay.
My daughter claims it embarrasses her to come downstairs and find me attempting to get her date to recite these eight simple rules from memory. I’d be embarrassed too—there are only eight of them, for crying out loud! And, for the record, I did NOT suggest to one of these cretins that I’d have these rules tattooed on his arm if he couldn’t remember them. (I checked into it and the cost is prohibitive.) I merely told him that I thought writing the rules on his arm with a ball point might be inadequate—ink washes off—and that my wood burning set was probably a better alternative.
One time, when my wife caught me having one of my daughter’s would-be suitors practice pulling into the driveway, get out of the car, and go up to knock on the front door (he had violated rule number one, so I figured he needed to run through the drill a few dozen times) she asked me why I was being so hard on the boy. “Don’t you remember being that age?” she challenged.
Of course I remember. Why do you think I came up with the eight simple rules?
Well said.
When Churchill said the original line I guess the liberals were less obviously malignant and socialist.
Never mind. I see the Boss has already been by...
“Just not going to take it anymore, from anyone, anywhere...”
That sounds like a good tagline you have there!
Keep fighting the good fight!
I don’t have the patience like some here ‘to be kind’ w/a lib in the room. I’d bring up politics and say ‘don’t you agree’. Then ask about abortion. I couldn’t help myself but to nail him for his commie beliefs; more so, if he’s dating a family member.
But don’t take my advice - I just can’t do the PC thing.
Tell him how and why big-government liberalism is failing all around the country. Depending on how indoctrinated he is you might get that “does not compute” look when you explain this. Who knows, maybe you’ll give him something to think about.
Evil and treacherous?....:))
Proudly show him your weapons collection. Invite him to the shooting range next weekend. Avoid discussing politics.
That could be the original.
After yesterday’s Mega-Thread, I only have approximately 7 functioning brain cells left so my recall’s not what it should be...:)
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