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got a heartbroken daughter sat downstairs,she has just been dumped after 2years by text,the missus is looking after her...i on the other hand have been banished to the loft/gunroom/computer room.....i did,nt help by me saying what a loser,lazy ar*e,*****,yer better off without him and some other remarks i can't print.....is it just me or are all blokes insensetive..by the look my missus gave me i could be up here quite a while...

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if he's not man enough to confront your daughter and coonfront her to give a real reason, he's not a man.

your daughter as will will know better than anyone needs the love and support to get her over her hard times and there are no better people thasn freins and family to do that.

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I can see where you're coming from with your comments, but I can also see why she didn't take them too well. I fully agree with what you're saying, but at the moment your daughter is going to be too upset to see things that clearly. Two years is a long time, especially if she's still young? She'll get over him, just make sure that if he tries to come back you're the one that answers the door :unsure:

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For next time, ask any boyfriend to read, agree to and especially note Rule no 6.

 

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10 Rules for Dating My Daughter

 

Rule One:

If you pull into my driveway and toot you'd better be delivering something, because you're sure not picking anything up.

 

Rule Two:

You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

 

Rule Three:

I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise; You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

 

Rule Four:

I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a

"barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

 

Rule Five:

It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early.â€

 

Rule Six:

I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

 

Rule Seven:

As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Forth Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

 

Rule Eight:

The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:

Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.

Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.

Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka, zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay , old folks homes are better.

 

Rule Nine:

Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a gun, a shovel, and fifty acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

 

Rule Ten:

Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over terrorist stronghold in South Armagh. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. I am a marksman, I shoot to kill.

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got a heartbroken daughter sat downstairs,she has just been dumped after 2years by text,the missus is looking after her...i on the other hand have been banished to the loft/gunroom/computer room.....i did,nt help by me saying what a loser,lazy ar*e,*****,yer better off without him and some other remarks i can't print.....is it just me or are all blokes insensetive..by the look my missus gave me i could be up here quite a while...

funnily enough m8, thats exactly what my father in law told my then g-f, we have now been married nearly 20 years and have 2 daughters, he also told me i was only intrested in guns and shooting things HOW RIGHT HE WAS !!!!!!! :unsure:

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shaun

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For next time, ask any boyfriend to read, agree to and especially note Rule no 6.

 

********************************

 

10 Rules for Dating My Daughter

 

Rule One:

If you pull into my driveway and toot you'd better be delivering something, because you're sure not picking anything up.

 

Rule Two:

You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

 

Rule Three:

I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise; You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

 

Rule Four:

I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a

"barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

 

Rule Five:

It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early.â€

 

Rule Six:

I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

 

Rule Seven:

As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Forth Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

 

Rule Eight:

The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:

Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.

Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.

Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka, zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay , old folks homes are better.

 

Rule Nine:

Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a gun, a shovel, and fifty acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

 

Rule Ten:

Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over terrorist stronghold in South Armagh. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. I am a marksman, I shoot to kill.

 

:unsure: :lol::lol: :o :o

 

Oh god, I have just copied and pasted ready for when my Daughter gets to that stage. Althougth I don't think I'll have probs with the two lads that knock to see if she's coming out to play (She is only seven and a half), after I opened the door one day carrying gun whilst in the middle of cleaning them all on the kitchen table :P The look of horror on their faces was priceless, start the fear young is what I say.

 

SS

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The song >>Let your mother sort it out if they come round ere >>. by Chas and Dave comes to mind.

Ive got four daughters and they-ve all had tears at some stage. It doesnt matter whether the message is text or verbal its all the same thing at the end of the day.

Reality should be that she sends him a text message back telling him that hes not man enough for her and not to reply as its gone.

All that **** about rules sounds like stuff my old man used to come out with.

John Wayne used to carry on like that. >>Shes my woman >> Very 1940s > 50s.

This girl is a person in her own right and as such need to be told dont rely on others. Your too good to let them drag you down. Get your war paint on and go out with your mates. Preferably to somewhere where the X boyfriend doesnt hang out.

Remember the old saying >> You got to kiss a lot of frogs before you find prince charming and theres plenty more fish in the sea.

Head up and dig in.

Oh and you can stay out of it up in the attic till the woman says you can come down.

Its best.

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she is 20 this year...she went to see him last night and they are still friends,but she is devastated,i know we have all been there but when its one of your own its difficult,times a healer i suppose..no doubt it won't be the last time

 

its not all bad news...i have been let out of the loft

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