Thursday, January 13, 2005
daddy's little girls
met the ladies for dinner at hooters (yes. overheard two sleazeballs asking for "women" at the next table. hell. the waiters may be dressed in too short shorts and spilly boobs but please do not assume they will sleep with you after the restaurant closes. fuckwits. one of the ladies told them to head to TOP TEN.)see celine's take on thisdigressed. the ladies had an interesting night comparing the senile signs of the father figures. so we have dads who:
- borrow daughter's ab fab stuff and denounced it useless after three days cos he still had a tummy
- wear black religious robes round the house for unfathomable reasons
- are sore losers in any form of arguments or conversations
- simply lack the most basic form of communication with their little girls
- are getting so aged they dabble with any little thing in the house and nag at every possible occasion (more than moms)
- are so freaking anal about "dirtiness" that you cannot place your dirty things (like handbags) on their properties (ala dining table tops)
- are experts on everything and anything (even when their experiences are likely dated by now) and we should always listen to their advice
- have amazing superman listening powers to throw in a few of their "opinions" even when he's not within the conversation zone in the first place (like two rooms away)
- refuse to wear bermudas or anything other than pants cos the world's not allowed to see their skinny hairy legs
- insist that one has to dress proper when in town (no sandals, it's gotta be proper socks and covered shoes)
- spy on their daughters cos they think you're always hiding something from them
- wonder if their little girl's gonna send them to the home for the aged
whatever happened to the good ole daddy's little girl?
bee wrote this at 9:30 AM
