My love is tube shaped. Don’t let your dad stick his dick in it.
drew the pistol and shot her dad in the back as he was going down the hallway to the front door.
Chairs have legs. Four of them, like my father. Meow.
I want to be a dad. Sorry, I’m dyslexic. I meant to write dad.
Yeah, Dad can go and write a script, but if I did something else, I’d produce.
Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?” he asked.
I’m very close to my dad. He’s about six inches away right now and snoring in my ears.
My name is Monika Ora Moniker, but you can call me MOM. Or dad will do just fine.
I am somebody’s son, and I know a guy I call “Dad.” Those two things are unrelated.
Maybe it was Mom and Dad. I don’t know, but somebody was.
The amount of time we give to something indicates it’s importance to us.