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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Psycho Dad... The Saga Continues...

As a cathartic release, I have decided to post an portion of the voicemail message my dad left on my cell phone yesterday.

As you listen, appreciate the fact that:

  • The "two little c*cksuckers" he's referring to are me and my brother.
  • The reason he's angry is because of a conversation that I never had and about a topic that I have no knowledge of. I've listened to the entire voicemail several times and literally have no idea what the f*ck he's talking about. He's angry about something I allegedly told my brother - a conversation that exists in the same place where unicorns and f*cking leprechauns live, otherwise known as "Fantasy Land".
  • The "aggressive" conversation I had with him was well over a week ago, whereby he solicited my opinion about a family issue. At the end of the conversation, he thanked me for talking to him and offered to get me tickets to a basketball event. Doesn't sound like someone who's mad, does it? And this "aggressive conversation" is a non-sequiter and has nothing to do with the reason he called in the first place.
  • Is really mad because I don't offer up the same opinion that he has. Instead of kids, he should have considered just having a tape recorder. That way, he can state his opinion and get exactly what he wants repeated back to him.

So, that's exhibit "A", which clearly demonstrates that he's unstable. Feel free to post your thoughts on the matter. I could use a laugh or two.

Here's the file for your use (and abuse). I've hosted it elsewhere so the server doesn't assplode.

5 Comments:

At 11:33 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's some scary shit.

 
At 6:13 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

My dad used to threaten the shit out of me to, said he'd rip my balls off and throw them against the wall.
Now, my sisters picked up where he left off. One of them tried to get me thrown out of my own apartment when I was seriously ill, just because the voices in her head told her to do so or some such shit. She's nearly three hundred pounds and all she knows how to do is spread her legs and eat.

 
At 6:19 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

You bet your ass that qualifies as "Blues" category.

Oh, and other anonymous poster, way to make this about your problems.

Best of luck with the situation kid. Good line about the tape recorder :)

 
At 6:19 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

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At 10:30 AM , Blogger Frog said...

I've got no problem with people who want to tell their own story. This post seems to have struck a chord with some people and I say, if you want to vent, go right ahead!

So... anonymous #1... if you're reading this... get therapy. Seriously, it'll help.

 

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