Dear MrsScars and LittleScars
I'd like to thank you for ooh, a lot of things. First off, for being women. I'd not met many before, and I had no idea how to behave. MrsScars: you have put up with my depression, got me through my touching phobia by introducing me to weapons-grade nobbing, and made me wear clothing that actually fits and doesn't smell. Also, you've laughed with me through my repeated accidents and subsequent surgery. Nor did you throw a massive strop when I bought a bike, unlike the wives of so many of our friends. You still have a laugh like a mad pre-schooler, and a grin like a lolcat.

LittleScars: How very amazing you are. First off, you're fearless. The good looks are to be expected, but I didn't count on the charm. Being a bloke, I'm also highly taken with your ability to fart so loudly the TV changes channel. Also, you're a girl. I'd not been brought up with girls. Being your father is like anthropology, but without catching bilharzia. BTW, if you don't tidy your room I'll hack your Bebo account and put this up there.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Tue 9 Mar 2010, 19:23, 1 reply)

you have
an awesome wife
and a trooper of a daughter
(zero.coke, Tue 9 Mar 2010, 21:33, closed)