I told my dad I would help make him a world famous banjo star.
“What can I do to help?” you ask.
Make it the new Rickroll. Make it the new Star Wars Kid. Make it the new Piano Cat.
Use it in every day conversation: “So, I was walking in the house the other day and then I totally Grandpa Banjo’d my toe on the table leg.”
I’d like to state that my father, for some reason, has decided that he’s going to Old Man-ify himself. It started with the hat, a wool cap he bought in Ireland on our trip in 2006. At the same time he adopted a walking stick, a shillelagh from Tipperary. Then he added the glasses, which I’m pretty convinced he doesn’t need. He put on a vest the other day and I almost buried him. But now the banjo…what the hell? They’re all affectations. He’s not that old. Although he is shrinking and I have to crouch a little when we take pictures together so I don’t tower over his frail elderly frame.
In the comments below please suggest what my dad can do next to Old Man-ify himself. I’ll pass the suggestions along. Maybe next time I see him he’ll have started knitting or something.
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ame i.
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Jared
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Mbdiamond
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J from Ireland
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Valerie
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kyooty
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Velma
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Staceylt
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Backpacking Dad
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Staceylt
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Carmen
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abby
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Loralee
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Amelia Sprout
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kathygee1
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Martie
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Redneck chick with a pimple on
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Average Jane
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foradifferentkindofgirl (fadko
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Karen Sugarpants
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karen
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@karmannguy
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SheWho
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Cindy
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Xbox4NappyRash
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Your sister Shannon
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dancing_lemur
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Kyddryn
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Dancing_Lemur
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Backpacking Dad
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Jane
