<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Fishbonker</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: gundog870</div><div class="ubbcode-body">OOHH bonks,
thanks for nothing your mom turned wouldnt let me in the window last night because she was busy baking cookies. I am a little frustated this morning, to say the least.
And for the record my dad can bowl better than your dad. </div></div>
I heard my mom talkin on the phone to one of her friends. She said somethin about riddin the red pony. I'm not sure that has anything to do with not lettin you in or maybe it means I'm getting a pony for Christmas.
You know my dad? My mom always told me I never had a dad. She says I was just found on her door step one day. So whats my dad like?
The 'Bonker</div></div>
Your dad is a nice guy. Great story teller, just not so good of a bowler. Last night during the after glow me and your mom were cuddling in your bed and she told me the real story of your father.
So it turns out your mother and father were madly in love. They met down at the city dump where you mother wsa about to pick out her first cat. Your dad happened to be looking for some lunch and was munching on a rat that he caught in a deadfall (it may have been a small possum, you can never be so sure)
Well your mother picked out the cat. It was a pretty little dump cat, one ear gone because of frostbite and a little bit of a limp with just a tad bit of that green gunk in the corner of its eye which in the early mornings sealed it shut.
but it was not only love at first site between your mother and the cat but your father loved her very much.
So on goes a long drawn out 9 months. ( the dump can be romantic) your mother was finally due and you were born. She said you "were" cute. Things just went down hill fast as they usually do. you grew into a little man child and wore leopard leotards. you were often found sitting behind the barn with the wild cats crawlings around and making noises.
Your mother tried to turn you into a real boy, she would tie a steak around your neck so that the dog would play with you. All along you father would sit in his rocking chair and spit tabaccoo and shake his head.
Finally when you were 4 you said you first words. This was the final straw. You father through a football at you and told you to go play. You hissed at him and let a long drawn out "MEEEOOOOOWW" you father walked out and was never seen again. Your mother only has this one picture left.
