T1B

Your daughter marries a gold toofed, Nation Of Islam drug dealer (who is also baby-daddy to a dozen other chirrens)...



...or...

...your son announces he's decided to live an alternative lifestyle with his life-partner "Charles".






DECIDE.

"Grandpa...why won't you hug me?"

"Oh Dad...how was the flight from Seoul? Gosh...let me just clean up around here...Charles is still at Pilates class...

I must choose one of your options?

Wow, and all this time I thought I had avoided hell.


I choose door #2.
It can still be a potentially workable situation -- or even a great opportunity.

#1 looks very troubling.

'tart...you're a good fellow.

Shlomart Ben Yisrael wrote:

"Grandpa...why won't you hug me?"

Shlomart Ben Yisrael wrote:

"Grandpa...why won't you hug me?"

Shut up little Hymie, I'll deal with you later

I believe the hypothetical little brown child belongs to poptart, not Marty.

I would have to take the 'mo over the mudshark as well.

The mo is simply a defective unit. Somehow, somewhere a wire got crossed or some bio-chemical connection wasn't made. Nothing you can do about that.

Now, if your daughter is a mudshark, you have failed utterly as parent and a human being. That one is on you.

Imus wrote:

Shlomart Ben Yisrael wrote:

"Grandpa...why won't you hug me?"

Shut up little Hymie, I'll deal with you later

NO schvoogies...

That little black hebrew arab looks a Lot like Marty!

poptart wrote: I choose door #2.
It can still be a potentially workable situation -- or even a great opportunity.

What if he's a mudshark