Daddy's 10 Rules for Dating
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Rule One:
--> If you pull into my carpark and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

• Dude, my carpark's 17 floors down!

• Hahah keep your hands (and eyes) off daddy's girl. Ooh, harsh.

• No no, that's not in fashion anymore daddy!

• Wait, I thought they were called condoms.

Rule Five:
--> It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about World Cup, 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".

• Define early.

Rule Six:
--> 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.

• It's obvious daddy wears the pants in this relationship.

Rule Seven:
--> 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?

• Aye, I don't take THAT long.

Rule Eight:
--> The following places are inappropriate for a date with my daughter:

1. Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a
wooden stool. llama.

• It's just bending the rules a little ;D

2. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing,
holding hands, or happiness.

• Daaaaaamn, what about the movies!

3. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce
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.

• Oh please, I always wear shorts and tanktops. Plus, I would never wear overalls, or ANYTHING zipped up to my throat.

4. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided;
movies which features chain saws are okay.

• Ew, chainsaws?

5. Hockey games are okay.

• What if a hockey puck hits me in the face!

6. Old folks homes are better.

• Yeah we can totally hang out with the old people and play some bingo. NOT.

Rule Nine:
--> 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 *insert evil weapon here*. Do not trifle with me.

• My dad's not balding. And we DON'T have five acres behind the house.
  Haha, it's like in a courtroom! The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth :)

Rule Ten:
--> 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 driveways 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.

• Oh, you must be shaking now :)

Thank god my dad doesn't give a shit ;D I think.
Taken from L, L, Ms' blog.
Comments added by me.