A little spoof article I wrote for Verbal Discharge. My way of dealing with my own dissertation stress.
‘Go on!’ Your Dad says, ‘Kick the ball lad!’
‘I don’t want to,’ you complain ‘I just want to be a sandwich artist.’
‘Ridiculous you soppy tit, stop acting like a girl.’
‘Dad, I am a girl!’ You protest, kicking the ball in defiance.
‘If only I had a son.’ He rests his face on his hand and lets a single tear trickle down his sandpaper cheek.
Your Dad is easily disappointed.
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