mr. furley
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when the hostess asks if i have reservations
no, i'm pretty confident about eating here
no, i'm pretty confident about eating here
I assume most dads already do this - sing the crappy pop tunes they love, very loud, off key, with wrong lyrics. Minor, subtle changes to the lyrics drive them crazy. Bonus if you do this when their friends are over.12, 10, and 7.
this i have also used, or a sloth variation, thereof ... primarily at heavily ethnic gigs (Korean, French, Viet, Thai) they don't know whether to #### or shine shoes.when the hostess asks if i have reservations
no, i'm pretty confident about eating here
staple...The stupid one I use all the time on my daughters..
Daughter "Dad, my stomach hurts"
Me "How's your face feel"?
Daughter![]()
Me "Because it's KILLING ME!!"
In our house, we borrow from Family Guy for this question.Another one I use is when the kids ask where someone is. For example:
7 yo daughter: Where's mommy?
Me: In the mommy section
I've used this one so much the kids are using it now. The other day I asked the same question to my daughter. Got the same response. Couldn't stop laughing.![]()
I usually go to, "well now your back's going to hurt because you just pulled landscaping duty." And if the other kid is in the room, follow up with, "Any one else's stomach hurt?"The stupid one I use all the time on my daughters..
Daughter "Dad, my stomach hurts"
Me "How's your face feel"?
Daughter![]()
Me "Because it's KILLING ME!!"
Don’t wanna hijack but you from the Fort also?![]()
Had a shtick idea yesterday, while driving down the local interstate (which happens to be "69") - Softly say "nice!" every time I pass a highway mile marker.
It's Stacy meatballsI use comic sans for my out of office email
occasionally wife will ask where the dog or one of the kids is and I’ll pretend that animal/person never existed and that she’s crazy. Doesn’t really work but i keep trying
also if she gets a recipe from one of her friends and makes it again I’ll refer to it as Stacey Meatballs or whatever. Oh you made Stacey meatballs...yum
finally the one that will get me divorced eventually (and there’s some backstory here but basically when I was a teenager my dad knocked up a barmaid. Parents were going to try to work it out but my dad said he wouldn’t feel right if he wasn’t involved in the kids life. Mom said something about not being able to deal with it and and my dad told her to just pretend he was going to work. Divorce was immediately filed). So anyway if I’m going out to a ballgame or something and she complains I’ll say “just pretend I’m going to work”. She f’n hates it
There's an improv exercise pretty much like this. One person pauses mid-sentence, second person throws out 1-3 suggestions, first person picks one and goes with it.I do like to finish people's sentences for them when they pause mid-sentence and just start rambling off random, clearly incorrect and usually inappropriate things until they either finish their sentence or glare at me to quit.
Kid: "Dad, have you seen my, ummm....."
Me: "Baseball.....underwear.....Barbie......foot fungus."
Kid: "DAD!!! No, my backpack."
or
Wife: "What time are we supposed to be at, ummm...."
Me: "the gynecologist office.....your mom's.......the sex shop."
Wife:"church"
Using it.When ending a call with any customer service and they ask "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yeah, wash my car".
Nearby. I work there, live about 30 minutes outsideDon’t wanna hijack but you from the Fort also?
Yo don't get loco on us, ese.Feel free to use:
For some reason, whenever someone uses the word "essay" in a sentence (comes up a lot, actually, with school age kids), I say "what's up, ese?"
so something like:
Kid 1: Dad, I can't believe I have to finish this 3 page essay by tomorrow!
Me: What's up, ese?
Kid 2: [Confused look]
Kid 1: Ignore him.
I. Can't. Stop. Myself.
Although my 17 year old did ask if I was being culturally insensitive. So now I have to rethink my life decisions.
@ChiefD if you see this happen at the Ethnic Enrichment Festival at Swope Park this summer, go ahead and assume it's me.When walking with the family (on vacation, out to eat, street festival, whatever) and I'm trailing everyone, when the opportunity presents itself, I'll smack a stop sign with the palm of my hand as hard as I can (it make a VERY loud noise) and then immediately bend over holding my head like I'm in extreme pain. When I do it now, bystanders think my family hates me because they don't react any longer![]()
Oooh that's a good one. One of my favorites:at the grocery:
Sir, do you want your milk in a bag?
No, just leave it in the carton.
For months I pretended to be convinced to my son and his friends that Spiderman and Deadpool were brothers. They would try to show me proof this was untrue, but I would say something like "it was in the comics when I was a kid".See a student wearing a Deadpool shirt: "I like your Spiderman shirt".
Not sure if anyone remembers Jeff Corwin from Animal Planet. I told my kids he took over the show for me when they were born.
Hell yes.Oooh that's a good one. One of my favorites:
"Did you get a haircut?"
"I got them all cut, it was the same price"
brilliantMy nephews don't believe me that giving hi fives and first bumps after a missed free throw started with Ralph Sampson in the final four game in 1981. I told them I went back and watched tapes and youtube videos each season until I narrowed it down to that game.
I go with “Hi, Hungary...I’m Czechoslovakia.Kid: "I'm hungry."
Me: "Hi hungry! I'm daddy."
Kid: "No Dad I'm really hungry."
Me: "Oh, hi Really Hungry."
Ad infinitum
I think Belichick uses that same schtick with social media sites.My dad would always mess up the names of my different gadgets. Called my gameboy an "atari," my ipod was a "nintendo," my xbox was a playstation, etc. He did this with all my siblings' stuff too. Every time he did it, we'd all yell something like "Dad, it's called an XBOX!!!!" And then he'd call it a playstation again a couple hours later. Really riled us up. In hindsight it was total schtick, but at the time we just thought he was old and dumb.
I do this now. Sometimes it is on accident though. Son had a gameboy when he was little. Daughter 3ds. I still say gameboy. But most of the time its schtickMy dad would always mess up the names of my different gadgets. Called my gameboy an "atari," my ipod was a "nintendo," my xbox was a playstation, etc. He did this with all my siblings' stuff too. Every time he did it, we'd all yell something like "Dad, it's called an XBOX!!!!" And then he'd call it a playstation again a couple hours later. Really riled us up. In hindsight it was total schtick, but at the time we just thought he was old and dumb.
This was my goto schtick for years. When my kids were little we would go to Friendlys once a week. There was a perfect "head" level Handicap parking sign as you walk in. EVERY visit I'd pretend to hit my head. My daughter would laugh her ### off. "Again, daddy" "Again!!!!" She would make sure everytime i would hit my head. If people were around they would look "are you ok?" That would make her giggle even more. My daughter is 12 now and we go to that friendlys maybe twice a year now. But every time she says "Daddy, watch your head" and of course I fake it and she laughs.When walking with the family (on vacation, out to eat, street festival, whatever) and I'm trailing everyone, when the opportunity presents itself, I'll smack a stop sign with the palm of my hand as hard as I can (it make a VERY loud noise) and then immediately bend over holding my head like I'm in extreme pain. When I do it now, bystanders think my family hates me because they don't react any longer![]()
True story. A guy I went to high school with. Played sports. Went to college and became a male cheerleader. He never cheered before. This was '88/89. So of course there was a lot of teasing especially back then. He went on to marry his hot female cheer partner and is a bad ### in the secret service.For several years my kids thought I was at one time a male cheerleader at Boston College. They politely pretended to think it was cool when I told them made up stories about “cheering my ### off at the big game” or the all-nighters practicing our routines.
Finally told them it was nonsense, but my 15 y/o son brought it back it back to life a few months ago. We were on the way to pick up his two buddies for hockey practice and he says “Dad, at school today I told Brendan an McGoo you were a cheerleader, play along.” And for the past four months a couple of times a week when we’re in the car with these clowns it’s our shared schtick. One kid tries to rag on me mercilessly, the other seems to actually think it’s as badass as I make it out to be. And my son just deadpans along with me. It’s awesome.
This is fantastic.My nephews don't believe me that giving hi fives and first bumps after a missed free throw started with Ralph Sampson in the final four game in 1981. I told them I went back and watched tapes and youtube videos each season until I narrowed it down to that game.
The stupid one I use all the time on my daughters..
Daughter "Dad, my stomach hurts"
Me "How's your face feel"?
Daughter![]()
Me "Because it's KILLING ME!!"