My father has a hareem.
He has a lady he goes to tea with.

He has a lady he has intellectual conversations with.

He has a lady he goes on holiday with.

He has a lady he sleeps with.

He's thoroughly enjoying his third batchelorhood, and having broken his arse last year drunkenly falling out of a bunkbed at a YMCA while travelling the country, or doing jumps on sledges with his grandchildren the previous Christmas - the docs couldn't establish which - at 75 is most definitely making up for the sobriety of his youth.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 29 Sep 2012, 12:12, 4 replies)

You forgot to put "father" in inverted commas to denote the fact that your mother was a dreadful harlot and wouldn't have been able to name your biological father if she were presented with a line up of faces and cocks.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sat 29 Sep 2012, 19:06, closed)

Well, wish your father all the best
and long may his rodgering and rousting last...
( Jabberwoc misses D.R. and Quinch, Sat 29 Sep 2012, 21:24, closed)

*High fives* your dad!
He's just set the benchmark for the rest of my life.
( P-MONKE We're all fucked, Sun 30 Sep 2012, 8:53, closed)

My dad went through similar
for a few years every time we met up for dinner he'd either bring a different woman or be talking about a different woman. He couldn't say enough good things about Dinner Clubs.

He's moved to Germany and settled down with a woman 12 years younger than him now.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Sun 30 Sep 2012, 18:06, closed)