I like dads. I was going to call this post ‘I like dads’, however felt it could have been read into a little too disturbingly and wasn’t quite worth a disclaimer so early on in the piece. So it’s called ‘Dad jokes and short shorts.’ But you already know that.
Dads are legends. They’re a mysterious and humorous beast, though they are completely oblivious to being either. They have weird habits of ‘tinkering in the shed’, saying things like ‘bloody useless’ and take the greatest pride in being the master of the BBQ. Ah, the simple pleasures. They also say dad jokes and wear short shorts. These are not to be confused with the more the more family friendly versions of the seedy dad jokes and the budgie smugglers. (On a side note, saw my first pair of budgie smugglers attempting to fit a happily engorged man this beach season. My eyes are burned.) These are my favourite dad habits.
As Summer takes an early kick-on and the temps soar, so do the short lines. Dads are brazen, dads are bold. It is November but, boy, do they challenge hem line lengths. They enter the realm where many a man has entered before. And no, they do not do so like the strapping young lads of today with shaved and oiled up pins, coiffed hair and pouts. They do it as real men do. Hair, sweat and with the slight overhanging of gut.
The internet is celebrating dads in short shorts. Visit Dads in Short Shorts, which artfully differentiates between the various breeds of dad. There’s the ‘Never-Nude Dad’, the ‘Why, When I Was Your Age Dad, and the ‘Weekend Dad’. It’s a dad sandwich!
I anticipate a world ‘Dads in Short Shorts Day’ any day now.
Bino out.
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