*News just in* The peanut is still missing! A family meeting has been called and everyone's attendance is of upmost importance. Jeff's starting to think it doesn't want to be found. He exclaims "Oh, peanut, where can you be? {everyone hears crickets} Dwight yells that he's found the peanut. Dad calls bullshit. Dennis nods and seconds the motion. Andrew says he doesn't care who finds the peanut as long as it gets found. Rob just wants it found before it gets rotten. All of a sudden...
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Dad here
I just been looking at this genius gezinus thing or whatever the snot you want to call it. Since I am supposed to be the wisest the name suits me well. First of all I read Jen's blog about these random rumblings but I will call it thunder thighs because random rumblings means the guys junk is falling apart. that is what I thought the word was but it is rAmbling. When I was in school I had a friend who had a rambler. Where do you get these words from? So Jen because I read your blog first, you do sound pretty bossy and think you know it all which I did not like because I am not too smart (mom is typing this, exactly what I say) and come to think of it you should stay off for a week, you are rumbling too much. Love Dad :) :P :D :S. Like all the faces? Dad said do them all. but there is one he can't do with his itchy eye.
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K, forst off, rumblings are from the rear. No? Second, I added the random ramblings part. Are you sure that ramblings are falling apart junk? Maybe that was a "cool thing to say" back then, but I have NEVER heard it.
Thanks for adding your 2 bits though, I hope it happens more often. :) ;)
Are you sure you want it to happen more often? I don't know if it is a good idea. Just remember it is Dad. He had to say something in the privacy of a closed blog. :P
Nice to see your 'wise' blurbs on here too dad....even if it is all a pile of crock. :P
ps. dad ~ You're never too old to learn how to type. Chicken.
dad says ...Karen, umm... I am sure Andrew has family junk. In my day it was called jewels, and that did not come from the back end. Jennifer, this is not a pile of crock. First of all, this blog is named after me. So, I set the rules. If you don't like it, get back to me and we will talk. :) WITH ALL MY LOVE, DAD!!!
Ok, so since dad complained that he hasn't seen me on here, here I am!! Dad, I think you need to put your glasses on. rAmblings, and yup you're full of crock. Just cause its named after you doesn't mean you set the rules. You don't set the rules for Damon do you? I have a feeling this blog is gonna make me laugh!! And definitely keep us closer together!!
Dad just cus you have a blog named after you doesnt make you any smarter..sorry. just means that we feel sorry for you.. This is a bit delayed but i felt the need to say something to this obsurd bit of writing from my odd father.:p
hahaaa!! Dawna!! That made me laugh!
Dad...look who's the brave one now! :)
Dawna, uh, as you know, i am your one and only good father. as you well know. I have to think of a few words for you. um...........okay, hahahaha. Why don't you give me a phone call and we will talk about this a bit further, cus the one with the biggest mouth is the furthest away. My phone number is 780-674-7515 and if i can't answer cus i am a busy man, leave a message and i will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you, Your DEAREST Fatherrrr!
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