Happy Belated Father’s Day

the following are all from a website I love, Post Secret:

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Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 5:12 AM

My dad used to say that inside of the car’s air-bags was uncooked popcorn. When you wrecked the popcorn would pop and you would have a snack until help came.

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Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 6:13 AM

When I was little, my dad told me ATMs worked by having little monkeys inside them. I believed that for years. Now I work in a bank, and wish it were true!

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Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 6:55 AM

My dad told me the worst swear word you could possibly say was “Bostonian”. It meant “someone who has no private parts.” My brother and I used the word until we were teenagers and my father giggled every time we said it, right before he sent us to our rooms.

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Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 8:29 PM

when i was little my dad told me that polyester was a small animal in australia & they would kill it to make clothes. that night i sat in my room reading the labels on my clothes for hours & threw all of the polyester ones away.

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Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 10:06 PM

When I was little my Dad told me that the tune played by the ice-cream van was the ice-cream man letting everyone know that he’d run out of ice-cream.

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Sent: Sunday, June 17, 2007 9:56 AM

When we’d approach exits or toll booths, my father told me the sound the car made when it went over the rumble strips was the car getting angry because I had been bad. I still sit up a little straighter when I hit a rumble strip.

I’m sure my father told me some creative and wonderful lies when I was growing up. Thankfully, “I love you” was not one of them.

Thanks Dad.