sh*t my dad says

i just read this little book, took about three hours, to get a feel for how i might approach my own book.
holy smokes, forget that approach stuff.
author justin halperin's dad was/is one funny guy.
for all the wrong reasons.
i mean, we are talking child rearin' by lewis black wrong.

for instance, his take on toilet training; "you are four years old. you have to shit in the toilet. this is not one of those negotiations where we'll go back and forth and find a middle ground. this ends with you shitting on the toilet."
or this little sensitive assessment of young justin's legos creation: "listen, i don't want to stifle your creativity, but that thing you built there, it looks like a pile of shit".

to be honest, i kept wondering where the chapter was about all the funny beatings.
but i get the feeling either that's where his dad drew the line or that's where justin drew the line.

in any case, i highly recommend the book.
it is a laugh out loud swear fest.
and i thought mud finnegan was the shakespeare of the f-bomb.

brilliant stuff, even if it is for all the wrong reasons.