I think it’s entirely possible that your estranged brother didn’t hang up - he was attacked by a grizzly bear. Have you called him back to make sure he’s okay?
She’s a female teenager. She needs all the help she can get.
Like:
-Don’t eat the yellow snow.
-Don’t be having babies just because the local 7-11 ran out of Dr. Pepper.
-Keep Ms. Puss clean all the time.
http://www.hark.com/clips/vywcbgvdpl-keep-miss-puss-clean-all-the-time
-Learn to juggle.
-And finally if you have to pee while you are standing in a line always use a she-wee.
Seconded. It can be very cheering.
Also learn to check your own oil and how to change a tire.
(I’d try to be more directly helpful, but I’m not sure who hung up on you.)
He just probably doesn’t love you.
That motherfucker.
There seems to be a level of snark directed to the OP in this this thread that I am not understanding… What’s up with that?
Maybe the OP is a recurrent poster that has presented a persona that invites scorn and ridicule.
I thought the same as you but I don’t feel searching the board for this.
I do have some thoughts for the OP though, if the original post was legit.
This was my guess also. Like you, I am unwilling to do research and decided to fish for links. Didn’t seem to work out… moving on.
I wish I’d gotten a chance to talk to my father when I was still in high school. I finally got to meet him last year, a few months before my 49th birthday.
And, during our first meeting, one of the questions he asked me was, “So, what kind of music do you like?” 
You folks should never have let on about Barry Manilow.
I never mentioned to my father that I like Barry Manilow (cause I don’t) and he still talks to me. (My father, not Barry Manilow).
No, you need to buy it after passing through the security checkpoint.
Wow, that would be totally cool! To go to Hell, and they won’t let you in!
Elucidator, love your reply to the OP 
OP - I think I get what you were saying about your dad. My male parental unit was simliar or possibly worse. He fathered a whole lot of kids and never bothered to meet, raise, or (god-forbid) pay for any of them.
His first words to me when we had our first phone call ever, when I reached the age of 21 were “I hope you didn’t call me to ask for money cause I ain’t got any.” Then he told me what a bad person my mom was and the conversation kind of went downhill from there. LMAO
I can laugh now, but it hurt like hell back then, especially when you are young and emotions run high.
Like the big E said in his earlier reply though, forgive if you can but break the chain either way. You’ll be a better parent because you know what it’s like and will make damned sure your kid doesn’t get treated like that.
Oh, they do let you in, but part of the joy is standing in line while wearing uncomfortable shoes and hearing what sounds like a rivulet of water, and no fountains or toilets in sight…
They also put a little jingle to make the wait more bearable. It’s the first five notes of the theme to the Bridge Over the River Kwai, and for some reason the interval between each aborted jingle is almost, but never quite the same.
The doctor was his mother!
Wait, no, that’s not right. Oh! I get it. It was him, and his father and his grandfather and they all went fishing.
Am I the only one whose brain insists on swapping the two first words in the thread title, making me think “that’s so wrong, really… uh… oops!”?
Yes, I know. I’ve already made the seat reservations, and I’m accepting the fact that I can’t bring my own water bottle.
Yes. Yes you are. You sick perverted perverting pervert. 