As Joyce says, the love of a parent for their nipper is unlike any other force in the universe, even without the tax benefits.
Put it this way. If my wife, my sister, or my friends were to say, "Harry, we need your liver for a life-saving operation," I would tell them to fuck right off.
But if it were my daughter who needed my liver, I would think about it long and hard before telling her to fuck off.
Gawd bless the RSS! Out of the long ChaseMe darkness comes this ray of practical and applicable advice. Alas! I have only sons, but I shall set about the generation of a daughter forthwith. In but a few decades, especially if she takes to the bottle, I may be in the happy position of applying your advice. Thank you I'm anticipation of that glorious day!
ReplyDeleteBut soft! What post and yonder feed breaks? It is the Harry, and his daughter is the son?
ReplyDeleteDropping F-bombs on your daughter is rather undignified, Harry. Better to offer a quip in the style of the late Bob Hope, e.g. "Take out my liver! You'd mess up the onions!". Good to see you make a belated return, though, and I apologise for referring to you as the Englebert Humperdinck of the blogging era.
ReplyDeleteHigh time you got off your ass and did five minutes worth of blogging, sir. We'll see you in another six years, hopefully?
ReplyDeleteYou're an effing genius, H.
ReplyDeleteSomething about this post makes me doubt that you have a daughter. On the other hand, Josef and Magda showed that parental love could be expressed in strange ways.
ReplyDeleteHeil Himmler!
How this blog has fallen to attract comments from an obvious mountebank like "Bumsen di Tod". Whatever happened to high quality commenters like "Ivor Whopper" and "Dr Maroon". They surely can't all be dead?
ReplyDeleteSix years I have waited only to find I am five months late. I came close a few times to deleting the account, but the genius far outweighs the storage space. It seemed as if I was reserving a pub stool for a missing person.
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