My Dad is a sick sick man
And I love him for it. He's embarrassed me more times than I care to consider, but he's made me laugh far more times.

The best example I can give of his humour comes from my Primary School days. In year 2, we went to visit a local farm, and got to see the tractor, the animals, etc etc. While we were there, we also got to 'meet' one of the horses, who was massive to my 7 year old eyes. He was the highlight of the trip.

When we got back to school, our project for the next few days was to make a collage about horses in class, including thinking of a name for our Horse. I couldn't think of one at all, so I eventually went to the fountain of all knowledge, my aforementioned Dad.

He smiled, wrote down a name for me, and explained it, before breaking down into hysterical laughter. I didn't know what was so funny, so I just went to play with my *generic childhood toy*.

The next day, we have to do a presentation of our collages, and it comes to be my turn. I stand at the front of the class, and start off with 'My horse's name is Super G', and continue on to the end. Afterwards, the teacher asks me 'What does the G stand for?'

I responded with the line I'd been practising all night 'Glue, because that's what he's going to become!'

Ooh, the bollocking my Mum gave my Dad later that night. Now I look back and think it's hilarious, and I fully intend to pass on my knowledge in the same way when I have children.

Length? Well, it's been 15 years...
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 17:25, 2 replies)

Best so far I think
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(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 17:46, closed)

Ha ha ha ha
If one of the kids in my class came up with that I'd find it difficult to retain my composure.

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( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 25 Nov 2010, 20:57, closed)