Originally Posted by
manker
Yeah, that's why I'm doing it now - before he gets old enough to realise why it's always fucking freezing yet smelling of some gay air freshener in the kitchen.
I stopped because I wanted to dance at number one daughter's wedding. I didn't want to be the sad fuck who everyone felt sorry for because he couldn't even stand up, never mind dance.
Then I realized that there was a reasonable prospect that I wouldn't even be there, never mind dance like a sad old bald man. That sort of put the pleasure of smoking a cigarette into perspective for me.
My life's ambition is now to embarrass my daughter, by dancing like an old man on her wedding day. I feel blessed that she will look on me lovingly while I am doing it.
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