The subject of my dad is a rather lengthy one in and of itself, but I’d like to touch on one of thefacets of this jewel. He knows a lot of information, but he’s not very smart. Sound confusing? Let’s see if I can draw an analogy… He would likely win on Jeopardy, but he was confused about the end of American Beauty because he couldn’t figure out who killed Kevin Spacey. I know what you’re saying, “But the guy had blood on his shirt and started crying, how could he be confused?” I dunno, I’m just stating the facts. You with me?
A father just came in with his son to buy a uniform. He came in with his other son’s so he would know what to get. He mentioned in passing that this is his 4th son. Alright, so he should be a pro by now, right? Heh…
He had no idea how to buy his son clothes. I’d figure it would be pretty easy, given the fact that this is his 4th son, but that’s where I’d be wrong in asuuming that he has intelligence greater than iceplant. He had no idea how to buy a shirt, pants, or much anything else. After telling him to have his son try on a shirt and pants he still had difficulty.
In the end he got a pair of pants and a shirt, but left no fewer than 4 shirts out that he hadn’t even tried on, and two pairs of pants, too. On top of all this he smelled bad.
So after I have kids, am I going to become retarded? Perhaps my personality will merely be enhanced, which is to say that my dad and this moron were likely already slightly retarded but then after becoming a father their idiocy intensified. If that’s the case, I’m going to be one intelligent, silly, dorky mother fucker. Heh, mother fucker… because that’s what I’d be…