I'm watching this reality show with John Force, NHRA guy. He's loaded now and has 3 teenage daughters that are just spoiled rotton and he's goin nuts about it. They've got drawers full of $200 sunglasses and $1,000 monthly credit card bills that they don't even pay. He takes them to see the trailer home he grew up in and on the way there the girls are whining about spring break trips to Cabo or somewhere.
They get to the trailer and the owner lets 'em all in. John is talking about all the simple things they got by. I start thinking about my dad raising us 2 kids on a military salary. He made a lot of our furniture himself, even some of the toys I had. I remember him taking a part-time job at Sears to make extra cash when he was a fucking Leutenant Ccolonel.
Next thing you know I am sitting on the bed crying like a newborn baby. I mean like heaving crying too. I'm calling my dad right now. Call yours.
They get to the trailer and the owner lets 'em all in. John is talking about all the simple things they got by. I start thinking about my dad raising us 2 kids on a military salary. He made a lot of our furniture himself, even some of the toys I had. I remember him taking a part-time job at Sears to make extra cash when he was a fucking Leutenant Ccolonel.
Next thing you know I am sitting on the bed crying like a newborn baby. I mean like heaving crying too. I'm calling my dad right now. Call yours.

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