Source Link: http://www.creators.com/lifestylefeatures/humor/bruce-cameron/the-8-simple-rules-for-marrying-my-daughter.html
Great rules: but they mean absolutely NOTHING to most of the ‘daughters’ I see out an about these days.
I have one simple rule,”If you make her cry,I’ll make you cry.”
He missed a classic rule:
“You hurt her, I hurt you.”
Iffin I had me a daughter I’d be happy if the kid who showed up at my door wasn’t wearing an Obama shirt and didn’t have 20 lbs of metal hanging out of his face. (if he’s a good kid I could live with the metal)
Love Rule Number 8.
A very good description of the parade of horrifying male creatures that my daughter brought home when she was in high school.
Thankfully, none of them stuck around long. She is now happily married to a former Army soldier and raising two beautiful kids.
Now her husband will have to deal with the zombies in a few years. Hehe.
Many married men, after about 10 years of bitching, consider “Till Death Do Us Part” to be a goal, rather than a commitment.
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A daughter is my worse fear in life. I’m very fortunate to have two sons, I only have to worry about 2 dicks, not every dick in the neighbourhood.
This is by far my favorite iteration (Heh, I found that I posted a new thread with it back in 2004 on FR when I searched on Google)
Rules of dating a Drill Instructors daughter
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: 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 Three: 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 his 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 Four: 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 Five: It is usually understood 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 Six: 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 Seven: 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 changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: 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 features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. 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 Ten: 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 near 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 should exit 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.
“Son... I’ve got a .45, a shovel, and 20 acres out back. I doubt you’ll be missed.”
In all seriousness, the boy she likes and spends time with is a real good kid and gets along with my boys and me real well.
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My FIL took me aside and quietly told me, “If you hurt her, I’ll have you killed”. I do believe meant it.
#5 is my absolute favorite but it is shocking that the bar has gotten so low that we need to actually insist that men gets real jobs.
My suggestion to guys looking for dates is if her father is this type of guy, go ahead and move on. You really dont want an insecure drama queen for a father in law.
Our answer was always, "the boys will come soon enough...we will let our girls do the choosing."
Well, daughter number one has chosen--her boyfriend came over this past week and asked for our blessing to propose to our daughter.
She chose well - at 22, he has a great job, owns a duplex, and is a wonderful, young man with a strong faith. One down...two to go!
Too bad about Foxworthy's decision to back Mittens though.
Rule #1 There is no mortal male good enough for my daughter.
Similar rules applied to my two sons. If you get a girl pregnant you WILL drop out of school and support your child. Then you can get your degree the hard way, on your dime and after school. So they did it the old fashoned way. Got married THEN had children.
Which is exactly what the author's future father-in-law saw when he first showed up to date the mom of that beautiful daughter.