Teenagers are never easy to handle. They are that age when they are convinced they are always right, refuse to accept the advice of their parents, and do whatever pleases them.
A father shared what it feels like to have a teenage daughter and we can’t stop laughing.
“‘Dad, cancel my allowance immediately, rent my room out, throw all my clothes out the window, take my TV, stereo, iPhone, iPod, and laptop,’ my daughter exclaimed as she stormed into the living room. ‘Please take my entire jewelry collection to Cash Converters or the Salvation Army.
‘After that, sell my new car, take my front door key, and kick me out of the house. Disown me, never talk to me again, and don’t forget to write me out of your will—leave my share to my brother.’
She didn’t quite say it like that, though. She actually said… ‘Dad, this is my new boyfriend.’”
Two men were sitting next to each other at Murphys Pub in London. After awhile, one bloke looks at the other and says, “I can’t help but think, from listening to you, that you’re from Ireland.”
The other bloke responds proudly, “Yes, that I am!”
The first one says, “So am I! And where about from Ireland might you be?”
The other bloke answers, “Im from Dublin, I am.”
The first one responds, “So am I!”
“Mother Mary and begora. And what street did you live on in Dublin?”
The other bloke says, “A lovely little area it was. I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town.”
The first one says, “Faith and it’s a small world. So did I! So did I! And to what school would you have been going?”
The other bloke answers, “Well now, I went to St. Marys, of course.”
The first one gets really excited and says, “And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate?”
The other bloke answers, “Well, now, lets see. I graduated in 1964.”
The first one exclaims, “The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same place tonight. Can you believe it, I graduated from St. Marys in 1964 my own self!”
About this time, Vicky walks up to the bar, sits down and orders a drink.
Brian, the barman, walks over to Vicky, shaking his head and mutters, “I’ts going to be a long night tonight.”
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