I'm probably the only 17-year-old male in this godforsaken country that
isn't a father yet (mm, I love sweeping generalizations about my teenaged peers... Additionally, any THRers who are also teenagers should take the preceeding with a five-ton truck full o' salt), but I hope
my dad will be happy with the ice-cream maker my mom and I are getting for him. Hand crank and everything, none of that electric crap. It's even a wooden bucket and everything.
He had spoken of a 1911, but only in jest (he says handguns make him nervous.. having the barrel right there, so close to your hands and fingers; which I think is a legitimate nervousness. I mean, you're putting your ability to manipulate objects on the line every time you fire a pistol [no flames, please]. Not that pistols make
me nervous, I'm just showing some understanding for ma' old man.).
I'd really like to get him some kind of .22 revolver or pistol (Mm, self-serving gifts!
) but I don't have the cash, and I don't think my mom would go along with it.
Oh, well. A nice ice-cream maker will have to suffice, this year. Maybe next year he'll get a forty-five caliber dead-goblin maker. It'll even have wood grips and everything.
~Slam_Fire
"My dad's worked his @$$ off his whole life. He grew up dirt-poor. I mean, he had to work a job in college to make enough to go. He had to pay for his education, his parents didn't carry him. When he got a degree, he worked at a lumber company to fund going
back to school to get his Master's so he could support my mother and his kids, when they had some. My dad is the hardest working person I know, and nobody deserves the fruits of his labor but him and who he chooses to give it to." ~General paraphrase of myself in Theory of Knowledge class, about my father, during a debate about welfare.