Novel & Cerita Funny Dad Story

Dad asked curiously. "When we were two, he missed our birthday because he climbed Mt. Everest, but Mom said he got lost on his way up.” “On our third birthday, Daddy was sailing in the Caribbean, but a storm hit it, and he got stuck on the island,” Lyra Helene said. “What happened on your fourth birthday?” My father cut in, wanting to know what other lies their mother was telling them. “Daddy is a drag racer, and he got into an accident a week before our birthday,” Leyanne laughed, causing Dad and me to look at each other, probably having the same thought that their mother was a lunatic lying to her children all the time.

My dad stated, placing a plate of hamburgers and chicken on the table. Dinner was enjoyable filled with great conversation and too many embarrassing stories. It seemed like whenever I thought it couldn’t get any worse, my mom or dad pulled out another embarrassing story. It wasn’t any better for Sarah, as most of my embarrassing stories involved her. Surprisingly, many of the stories Tyler had never heard before, so Jake and Tyler had some good laughs. The story of Sarah and I running naked home from going skinny dipping in a neighbor’s pool was not even the most embarrassing story of the night but definitely got a good laugh from everyone.

“Grandpa, this is Greg. I sent you a warm and firm greeting!” I said out loud while looking askance at my dad. My father was looking at me with a frown. My joke didn’t seem to be amusing despite his excellent sense of humor. “You know what I think of this kind of joke, Greg.” He said in a dry tone. I replied, “But Dad, it’s perfect. A communist joke on a paper letter, old-fashioned, we can’t waste this opportunity.”

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱ I stared at Dad as he lay in bed with a huge storybook. "Daddy?" "Hi, dear," he answered me with a smile. "You look sad... Dad. Did something happen?" His mouth opened, but then it closed. "I just remembered that I have a lot of accumulated work" he lied. Dad was a liar. I sighed.

I played the recording and my dad sprayed coffee all over his desk when it got to the end. Dad laughed, “Her father was the same way. When tension got high in our ranks, he’d say something totally unexpected and so funny, you had no choice but to laugh. It sounds so much funnier coming from our sweet little Harley though.” Victor laughed, “That’s what I thought too.”

"Kaiden and Roman would have such a field day if they ever heard me telling something like that." "Well, good thing I'm not a dad. Hey, do you want to hear a joke about construction? I'm still working on it." I choke on my own saliva in an effort to groan louder than Dad, but I have to admit mom's lame jokes are taking my mind off the stinging pain and desire in my body. "Then there's the one about the clown who visited his cousin in Austra—" Dad opens his mouth to cut her off, but he's interrupted by a loud banging on the front door.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

Most importantly, he learned that Mom had likely died because of them. I heard that he had a massive meltdown at home that day. He wept as he asked Elena if it was all true. He also asked Ian whether everything he had enjoyed all these years had never truly belonged to him in the first place. Elena wanted to comfort him, but Ian was done playing pretend. His silence, in itself, was the answer.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Dad was just about to take a moment to rest when I began to vomit violently again. This time, I threw up straight on the couch. The stench of decay filled the entire house, and the couch was completely ruined. Dad was on the verge of a breakdown, yet he still patiently came over to clean up after me. I wanted to open my mouth to say I was sorry. But as soon as I did, I suddenly began to laugh uncontrollably. The sharp, bizarre laughter was like nails scraping a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. I passed out completely from the pain, and the memory ended abruptly.

For the rest of the dinner, it was mostly Dad and Jack aligning their heads off, while Kyle and I threw in a few words once in a while or laughed when they said something funny. By the time dinner was over and we started the dishes, Dad had single-handedly engaged every one of us in the conversation by bringing up the most embarrassing things we’d done when we were younger. “Can’t believe you guys are now men. I still remember when Ronan and Jack ran around this same house half-naked because they hated wearing diapers,” Dad says, passing me a soapy plate to rinse. “Not the diaper story again,” Jack and I groan in unison.