If some kid showed up at my door claiming to be my son, he'd be letting himself in for a rough ride, bet dat, I'd make the Great Santini look like Dr. Spock.jseymour wrote:That's not funny. Personally I've only gotten one phone call from San Diego and one from Hong Kong asking me if I was some kids daddy. Couldn't be me, I always used a fake name when plowing hotties overseas.Speaker to Animals wrote:That he knows of. Chances are that lots of veterans have kids they don't know about scattered around the world.TheReal_ND wrote:Heh. Said the sonless man
DI Smitty, surly and acerbic, twenty four seven three six five, with no escape, and no Padre to go crying to? That's a harsh realm.
If he'd wanted to be raised rattlesnake mean, I guess he would have come to the right place, God help him.
I mean, sure, I can be good ol' Uncle Smitty with my nephews, but that's only for a few hours at a time, if you gonna be round here all the time, gettin' on my last nerve and short fuse, them fangs gonna come out, it's just my nature, can't teach a mean ol' rattlesnake not to bite, and you'd best run and hide if he gets into the whiskey.
It's not like going to my wife would be any better, she's a beautiful creature, but unless you're a Labrador Retriever, you ain't gonna get much cuddles out of her neither.
Willkommen zu Fuhrerbunker, ich bin Herr Wolf, das ist Frau Eva; if you came looking for nuture, you'd better be a dog named Blondi, otherwise, it's up on the meathooks for you, my little dears.