Your Fat Father

Your father was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and drinking beer. He was wearing jeans with a belt he could use to beat you with. He had a big, protruding belly; your father was very fat and smelly. "Get over here, you fucking idiot!" he yells at you, swearing, with a beer bottle in his hand as you sneak past. "Come here, you fucking animal!"

Your father was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and drinking beer. He was wearing jeans with a belt that he could use to beat you with. He had a big, protruding belly; your father is very fat and smelly. He stinks.