dear what my dad used to say diary,
my dad is a abundantly smart man. there hasn't been anyone ever who said anything fucked up about him- at least not while i've been around. he kindof looks like the quaker oatmeal man- on the oatmeal box- and believe me- i wrote the company and told them. all you have to do is put your thumbs over the brim of the quaker dude's hat and there he is... my dad. not joking. they wrote back thanking me for my interest in their product, A FUCKING FORM LETTER- after i'd written a masterpiece AND included a picture. my dad woulda worked for cheap too. prolly for the oatmeal- if you got right down to it. but they fucked up. my dad still looks exactly the same- and i bet i sent that letter over twenty years ago- or close to it. it was around the same time i found the three inch wire in the oscar mayer hotdog. that is another post- or two. dad used to tell me that he could fill a football field with good, honest, and decent men and throw one loser in the bunch- just one scumbag- and turn me loose and i'd find the scumbag and come out arm and arm with him- everytime. dammit if my dad ain't always right. then one day- i brought my dad home a hero- he was so proud. maybe it wasn't too late for his little princess to've found someone worthy in the eyes of her daddy. oops. even big hero's can be scumbags too daddy. back to the football field.
my dad is a abundantly smart man. there hasn't been anyone ever who said anything fucked up about him- at least not while i've been around. he kindof looks like the quaker oatmeal man- on the oatmeal box- and believe me- i wrote the company and told them. all you have to do is put your thumbs over the brim of the quaker dude's hat and there he is... my dad. not joking. they wrote back thanking me for my interest in their product, A FUCKING FORM LETTER- after i'd written a masterpiece AND included a picture. my dad woulda worked for cheap too. prolly for the oatmeal- if you got right down to it. but they fucked up. my dad still looks exactly the same- and i bet i sent that letter over twenty years ago- or close to it. it was around the same time i found the three inch wire in the oscar mayer hotdog. that is another post- or two. dad used to tell me that he could fill a football field with good, honest, and decent men and throw one loser in the bunch- just one scumbag- and turn me loose and i'd find the scumbag and come out arm and arm with him- everytime. dammit if my dad ain't always right. then one day- i brought my dad home a hero- he was so proud. maybe it wasn't too late for his little princess to've found someone worthy in the eyes of her daddy. oops. even big hero's can be scumbags too daddy. back to the football field.
