Shout out to all the dads out there. #SOBLESSED
He just looks so natural playing the piano. He was born for this.
He’s got his daddy’s hands, that one.
This is very sweet and inappropriate at the same time.
Where’s FLW? He’s our newest father here, I believe. This is the weekend that those of us who are already established in the organization get to haze the new guys. We’re gonna heckle ALL of his lame Dad jokes.
Sorry Dads, I’m zonked. Can you just wake me up when its time for the Monster’s Ball, or when you’ve finished carving the Thanksgiving turkey, or building that car in the garage/boat in the basement/model train set in the attic or whatever it is Dad’s do for fun?
We wait until the kids go to bed so we can drink.
I was looking at Father’s Day cards yesterday, and finding a card for any occasion is always a nightmare, but oh my lord, Father’s Day cards are the worst! They all seemed to fall into one of two categories:
1. Sexist against men (pictures of power tools/beer/sports-related things, as though those are the only interests men have; this may be the equivalent of cards for ladies that have pictures of shoes or martinis on them).
2. Fart jokes. Seriously, the number of fart jokes! Unbelievable! I will also include in this category cards with buttcracks on them.
Are you going to stand for this malarkey, dads?
Hell no! We’re gonna sit for it, though. Probably in recliners. The only things we really stand for are grilling and adjusting the thermostat.
It’s not easy to get a digital keyboard to go out of tune, but somehow this guy managed it pretty well.
“Uh, thanks, I guess?” -Dad
We never really made a huge deal over Father’s Day because it falls right between my birthday and my older brother’s birthday, so we usually just did something on that Sunday to celebrate all three. But this year will be a bit of a bummer, because it will be the first Father’s Day since my dad passed away last year, so . I’ll be fine, but I know it’s going to be hard for my mom and my sister. So have a drink in honor of the fathers that aren’t with us anymore this weekend, you guys.
This song got me in so much trouble when I was a kid. You see, I honestly misheard the lyrics as being about “DADDY’S PANTS” which apparently is a very different thing.
Sing this version in the back of the car if you want to get sent straight to your room when you get home for reasons you will only figure out much later in life.
“Daddy’s pants were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s pants, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s pants, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s pants.”
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