In honor of Father's day we bring you 10 Simple Rules for Dating My Daughter:
   
Rule 10: If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package,
because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule 9: You 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 8: 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 7: 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: Don't think 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 5: 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 4: 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 that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead
of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like change the
oil in my car?
Rule 3: 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 are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.
* 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 theme are to be avoided; movies
which feature chainsaws are okay.
* Hockey games are okay.
* Old folks homes are better.
Rule 2: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged,
dim-witted 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 1: 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 outside
of 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 shouldexit your 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.