No, Daddy, I don’t want to hear about how you’re all dead inside again!
“Haaaaahhhh… You know that smell, little one, don’t you? You too have been through your mama’s smelly tunnel, haven’t you?”
Anyone else think of that scene from Blazing Saddles where the town drunk knocks out one of Lamarr’s thugs by breathing on him?
Hey baby, I smell the fumes a-callin — boiled spinach and mashed-up beans.
“….Do….do….youuu WaNt a BOOB JOB?!”
“If you scope any hotties in your preschool you let poppa know, right?”
I like the name Faith for a girl.
enjoy being in your late 70s by the time your kid goes off to college, a-hole. that’s a pretty shitty burden to have to dump on someone
Ssshhh, now werez not gonnna tell mommy about daddy’s smelly drink arez we?
“Hey baby, I hear the blues-a-callin’, tossed salad and scrambled eggs…I’m gonna throw up.”
“Uh oh… someone needs a diaper change. Oh, it’s me.”
you know…if you weren’t my daughter, I’d so ask you out on a date…daddy likes’em young. Old enough to drool, old enough to fool…
No say gampaw, say da-da!!
Even with a child he comes off as a creepy old pervert.
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Kelsey Grammer with his daughter Faith at The Ivy in West Hollywood. (July 8, 2013) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN