D.W.S. (Daddies With Shotguns)

"Dad."
"Yes McKenna?"
"When can I be President?"
(stunned silence.)

We got a haircut this weekend. (KennaSketch 2/23)
and while I was worried about her having some initial
hair shock, she's actually quite confident in her new 'do.
So much so, that I'm starting to worry....I'm inventing these
scenarios that may occur within the next decade... where I
gotta invite some future yackoff who wants to take my daughter
to a movie into my house for interrogation.
I'll have the Reservoir Dogs "cut the cop's ear off"
torture scene que'ed up on the dvd, and have him sit in the
t.v. room with me while I ask him questions. Let 'em sweat it out, ya know?
I happen to be part of a group of artists at my job who all have daughters,
and they'd started this new membership club called
"Daddies With Shotguns" and I'm seriously thinking helping charter it with them.
I guess Pop's who bust their daughter's date's balls is a time-honored
tradition in this country, and if I don't do it that would be sending
a wrong message to the terrorists!
Lord knows my Old Man gave my sister's husbands their share...Now HE
was a friggin artist! He could make 'em sweat! He asked my (future wife)
girlfriend the first day I brought her over the house if she wanted to take
a shower with him to help conserve water!
My love (god bless her) called him on it, said-
"Allright! Where's the bathroom?"
And I knew he approved of her right then.

"So what time did you say you'll have my daughter home by?"

I love my lil' tadpole.
Frogdaddy