03
Jan
Tag: funny
31
Dec
My Most Popular Posts of 2013
2013 was the year Dad and Buried went national. I broke through on the Huffington Post and got exposed to a much bigger audience. I’m still not famous or rich, but a lot more people think I’m an asshole who hates his son, so that’s pretty cool.
Hopefully, 2014 will bring even more eyes to my blog, and I’ll continue to be as passionate about it as I was over the past year. I had more time to devote to this site in 2013 than I’d ever had before, and that allowed me to regularly write about three posts a week. I suspect that number will go down a bit in 2014 as my schedule gets busier, but I’ll do my best!
To close out 2013, I thought I’d list the year’s most popular posts (based on views). The following list contains a good mix of son-bashing, parent-bashing, Brony-questioning (the post that just wouldn’t die), and even life-loving posts. There might even be a serious one in there. But I hope not.
26
Dec
Ten Ways My Son is like Jesus
Everybody thinks their kid is God’s gift, but I’ve compiled a list of proof that my son actually is!
Read it and weep (at the feet of your new overlord).
24
Dec
A Slightly-More-Realistic Christmas Poem
For some reason I occasionally catch the parody bug, like a younger, better-looking Weird Al.
Today, I happened upon the classic “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” poem, and decided to give it the old Dad and Buried spin.
It’s a bit of a lark, but after a weekend of traveling, shopping, family and general holiday stress, I’m in the mood for a lark. I hope you are too. But I don’t blame you if you’re not.
Merry Christmas!
09
Dec
My Man Cold is Your Fault
On Sunday, I made a joke about the infamous man cold and it caused a little controversy on my Facebook page (give it a like!).
I posted a joke – FYI, that’s pretty much all I do on Facebook, it’s definitely all I do on Twitter, and it’s mostly all I do on here and also in real life – about the way Mom and Buried dotes on our son when he’s feeling a little bit under the weather, and I mentioned how it’s the opposite when I get sick. Instead of going maternal, she goes Medea (not the Tyler Perry character). The claws come out and all I hear is how I’m needy and whiny and need to ‘man up’ and etc.
Some of the women who read that post got a little huffy about it, but I stand by my original point: Women love taking care of their sick sons but hate taking care of their sick husbands. And they don’t realize they’re the problem.