"Sometimes there's God so quickly."
And now, thanks to Twitter, there's "Shit My Dad Says." Every so often.
Not MY Dad. Justin's Dad. Whoever the Hell "Justin" is.
I don't know Justin, but I do know that we both learned to write down the things our parents say to us. So that we can pass on the kind hearted, but occasionally fucked up, "Yogi Berra on Rohypnol" advice and wisdom they give to us.
Unfortunately, I don't live in my mother's house or city or state, so my "Mama Wanda" Tweets (I can't believe I just wrote that...) would probably be too few and far between to maintain a large number of followers.
But Justin's dad provides him with a healthy supply of (as he calls it) "shit." And while I don't think they quite live up to my mother referring to the pouilly fuisse she drank at a restaurant as "pussy wine," I'm hooked on Justin's Dad's shit.
Well... You know what I mean.
Check out all of Justin's Dad's Tweets (Dear God... I wrote that word again...) here.
And many thanks to Steve for introducing me to "Shit My Dad Says." This is EXACTLY what I needed this week!