I have looked at kids and I have looked at
the adults that kids inevitably become and nothing I have seen in either
species has given me good reason to want to stop ejaculating on my wife’s breasts.
Kids are as annoying as being stuck in a
hot car with the windows up listening to that Jamie Theakston breakfast radio
if the show consisted only of his links and the car insurance ads. And the
adults that kids become are basically people like me – and I’m a selfish
cry-baby white man who expresses himself through ‘opinions’ about the world
around me that I know nothing about. Does society need more of me? Fucking hell
– I’m bored of me. And for someone bored of a subject I sure do think about that
subject a shit load. Me. Me. Me. Me. I don’t know if it’s just I or do you also
share this crippling sense of self-importance? (that’s obviously rhetorical.)
There is one reason I think having a kid
would be a good idea: Having kids forces awful spoon-fed, dick-smokers like me
to change the subject and end the feedback loop of self-absorption. It would be
like a holiday to not have to think about myself for more than 60 seconds let
alone for 18-years.
So with that in mind maybe my next pitiful
sparrow sneeze of an orgasm will be aimed at my wife’s brat-motel instead of
her tits.
The other thing I need to reconcile about
having the little pussy-wreckers is this: I’ll be dead in the next 5 years. I
have treated my body like a haunted amusement park since I started having
disposable income and it got worse from the moment I got a mobile phone and
drug-dealers phone number. I have smoked and I have drunk things - so many things and, when it comes to sex, lets
just say my arsehole hasn’t been strictly exit only. So I give it 5 years (7
tops) before my body pulls back the curtain to reveal dick cancer or a heart
attack or one of those strokes that melts your face and makes your family’s
life hell (which is worse than proper death).
This (very welcome) death would
subsequently leave my poor kid or kids fatherless and without guidance. So, in
the interests of being a good father, here are 5 pieces of advice for them from
beyond the grave.
Daughter: Most of this advice will be about
avoiding sexual mishap. Because you’re my daughter and you’ll probably be a
slut.
1.
Get awesome at hand jobs fast:
Seriously. It’ll stop dudes from trying to rub their filthy Lynx smelling
boy-boy’s all over you and stop you from having that pregnancy-chic look at
school. No dude is going to stop you from doing it and as soon as they’ve cum
they’ll leave you alone… and probably just leave. You alone.
2.
Everything you say or do with a
teenaged guy will go in their wank-bank: remember that when you’re eating a
banana in public or holding onto the pole in a crowded tube carriage.
3.
Never go out with someone older
than you until you’re in your twenties: And once you’re in your 20’s only go
out with dudes older than you. Guys in their twenties are fucking douche bags.
4.
Never date a guy who owns a
snake or keeps wet wipes by his bed: Does this need explanation?
5.
Don’t lie to your mother: You want her in your
life because she’s cool as fuck and you haven’t proven yourself to be cool just
yet. Learn from her then inflict yourself on the world properly.
Son: You’re a dude so you should be fairly
bullet proof. It’s mostly about the friends you choose, the way you handle
yourself when you’re wasted and your personal hygiene.
1.
When forming your crew think
about Scooby Doo (Youtube that shit). You want that amount of diversity. A
stoner, a gay jock, a bookish lesbian, a hot blonde and you – Scooby. This will
make your parties fun when you’re young and your shared holidays bearable when
you’re middle aged.
2.
Drugs are fun: Do ACID about 10
times and stop smoking pot at 25. Ecstasy is AWESOME (the clue’s in the name -
it aint called ‘QUITE-GOOD’) and Coke is best mixed with booze, porn and sex.
3.
If you’re Gay lean into that
shit early: Being in the closet is gay and not cool. Being Gay looks like it’s
super fun and not gay (the word ‘gay’ gets used wrong all the time). Your Mum
won’t give a fuck and neither will anyone else. Most people are only worried
about them selves (see intro).
4.
Don’t learn Caipoera: It’s for
attention seeking idiots and you’ll get your face smashed in if you try to
fight someone with that Zumba noise.
5. Keep you fucking room clean:
Make your bed everyday and keep your room mould free. It’s nice to come home to
and makes people respect you a little more than the next little prick.
I love you, Dad.