Daddy’s Rules for Dating

HAHAHAHAHAHA.
From here.

Sorry if you find it offensive. Meh, I happen to find it LOL.

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Daddy’s Rules for Dating
10 simple rules for dating my daughter

Rule #1
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a
package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule #2
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 #3
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 ensure that your
clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with
my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your
trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule #4
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 #6
It is usually understood that 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 #6
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 #7
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 than 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 #8
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 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 throat. Movies
with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided. Movies
which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old-folks
homes are better.

Rule #9
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-
aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I
am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you
where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun,
a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule #10
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake
the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a
rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the
voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for
you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway
you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the
perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought
my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car – there is
no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window
is mine.

Pictures From My Life

This is my calendar. It is right next to my study table, so it is pretty impossible to miss every time I study on that table. It makes me freak out, and produces a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the same time.

The one thing I always pick an argument with my sister, Christianne about is always anything to do with the kitchen – cleaning or cooking. I am very bad at responding nicely to her!! So I stuck this on our kitchen counter to remind myself not to keep being an idiot when I’m already being immature.

This is my collection of books from this semester. If you observe closely, everything in there is pretty much only for one subject………

Lumbricals! That is actually my best drawing of the hand from all the notes I’ve ever made this year. Proud, hence I took a pic! :D

PS: iTunes Australia only has 2 Marit Larsen songs in the iTunes store, TWO! :( and I foresee no better luck with the Malaysian iTunes store either, wuwuwu!!!

Lost Sheep

*preoccupied with munching on grass*

*looks up*

‘Baa..? :(‘

The lost little sheepy didn’t intentionally wake up going ‘oh, today is a good day to get lost!’, but the sheepy just got caught up with eating grass. And wandered off.

What’s in a Name

Lauranne

Meaning: Its source is laurus, a Latin name meaning “The bay, or laurel, plant.” The laurel plant is representative of peace and quiet, a guard against poisons, and victory.

Narrative: In the ancient world, laurel leaves were used to fashion the crowns of victorious athletes, poets and soldiers.

As the Roman poet Ovid explains, this practice had its origins in the story of the god Apollo’s pursuit of the beautiful nymph Daphne. Scorning his advances, she ran from him until he overcame her. She called on Peneus the river god for help, and he transformed her into a laurel tree.

Apollo still loved her, and took her leaves as his special symbol. As he was the god of poetry, music, science and just about every other human accomplishment, laurel crowns came to be used to adorn Apollo’s champions. Ever after, the laurel was kept as Apollo’s sacred plant.

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