STOP! Or my dad will be mad!

Before this post starts, i would like to write a small disclaimer. All incidents mentioned below are true and any reference to other dad is purely coincidental. It is just a way of getting back at my dad :P haahaha.. oh yea, i finally told my dad that he is becoming famous on my blog.. his first reaction was

"WHAT HAVE YOU WRITTEN ABOUT ME?"

I tried explaining to him that it wasn't all that bad but he was convinced that i had made him a villain of many a sob story. When he finally read my blog (only one post.. u can't be too careful with parents around!), he said with a glee

"HEHEHE Not bad, i'm the hero of your post. You made me sound witty and made yourself sound dumb.. i like that"

Of course, i didn't show him the other posts where it was the other way round.. :P then i wouldn't be able to continue writing here..

Anyway.. most of you guys would be scared of your dad.. especially when he gets angry.. now, if u take me.. my dad's anger is kinda funny... i mean.. anger itself is not funny.. but the way dad behaves when he is angry.. MY GOD! i literally ROTFL.. not in front of him o course.. or i'd end up with a black eye.. but i do control my laughter alot when he gets mad...

I will give you certain incidents... and thou shalt also be part of my jokes.. o course.. not his...

The other morning.. i woke up late and was lazing around with a book in hand.. it was dad's cooking day and he was turning the house upside down. As i waddled in and out of the kitchen, coffee mug in one hand, book in the other... he saw RED

Dad: Early morning all you want to do is sit with a book. Why can't you help?
Me: What do u want me to do?
Dad: Bring those baskets inside. we need to clean them

(Me takes baskets inside kitchen)

Dad stands at sink cleaning tub and asks me to clean baskets in the sink! I leave them nearby and go to loo so that sink is free when i come.

As i come back..

Dad: Why are these baskets here? Take them out.

Me: You told me to bring them here

Dad: Now i'm asking you to take them out.

Me: Ok
Dad: WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?
Me: Am i not doing that?

Dad: Then why are you still standing here?

Me: Because you are still talking

Dad: OUT! I SAY OUT!

Me in running motion: YESSIR!

Another incident happened when i was driving.. yes oh yes.. my dad gets FREAKING mad when i drive.. because he thinks i can never do anything right.

Dad: Put the brake

I brake

Dad: Why are you breaking?!!? You want us all to die?

Me: Didn't you just ask me to brake?

Dad: If i ask you to brake, you'll brake is it?

Me: Huh?

Dad: What kind of driver are you? You should trust your own instincts. Not others. If i say jump in the well will you jump?

Me: No

Dad: You won't? That means you have no respect for me. You need to learn to listen to what your elders say

Me: WHAAAAAA!!!!

Dad: YOU ARE TALKING BACK TO ME?

Me: Gulp!

Dad: TALK TO ME. WHY ARE YOU SILENT

Me bangs car into a tree (This part is fictional, seeing that im' still alive)

Porky pig: That's all folks!