It’s refreshing in these times of Sodom to see a dad unapologetically demanding his future son-in-law live up to certain levels of decorum. If you want to marry my ass-Instagramming daughter, you will not be fucking other men’s wives, snorting coke, or drinking daily before 2pm. That’s a high price as Wayne Gretzky just redlined Dustin Johnson’s top three hobbies. Addicts tend to be pragmatic though and Dustin doesn’t need a fat psychic to tell him there’s a solid chance he’ll be living off Gretzky cash someday soon. Also, he doesn’t have a lot of friends to turn to these days as he’s kind of been nailing all their wives. That’s not quite as bad as not paying off your golf bets, but close.
It’s probably not easy being the dad of a girl whose primary talents are catching a lit cigarette between her tits and acid washing her panties. You want to get the dim-witted duckling in your brood settled down in a safe nest somewhere. If Gretzky were really old school, he’d pull out Old Canadian common law and force his daughter to marry an ice trucker in the Northwest Territories and make many babies. But then her Instagram followers would probably beat him to death with his own hockey stick. I’d be at the front of that pack.
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