My Hot Dad Decided To Do Internet Comedy And This Is What Happened
My hot dad isn’t funny… why is he doing this?
I was awakened early this morning to a faint pounding. Curious to see who was working out downstairs, I got out of bed, skipped my morning piss, and waddled, tank full, down the stairs of my parents’ suburban home to see who decided to get absolutely jacked before 8 A.M. I paused, stifling a gasp. There he was, my father, looking hot as ever… not working out at all, but rather standing in front of a ring light. He was performing a dance to the popular song “Savage” by Megan Thee Stallion. He was shirtless.
“What are you doing?” I asked, afraid I already knew the answer.
“I decided to do internet comedy!” he replied, beaming in his hot dad way.
“What makes you think you can do that?” I inquired, utterly disgusted at his confidence.
“Well, I’m a hot dad. Most comedy on the internet right now is dads being hot and hot dads being funny.”
There was a twinkle in his hot, hot eyes that wasn’t there before. I resented him for this.
“It’s not that easy, Dad. You’re hot, I’ll give you that, but you can’t just do a dance everyone is doing and call it comedy.”
He nodded, not listening at all, but rather looking at his smokin’ bod in a full-length well-lit mirror.
“Comedy takes nuance,” I continued, trying not to make eye contact with his stupid attractive face. “It takes talent, practice, and some innate ability to make a person laugh. I’ve never seen or heard you be funny in your entire life. You’re just… you’re just too hot for comedy.”
The air was pregnant with the truth that was told. My dad stared blankly for a second. Then he took out his phone showing me his own personal TikTok account.
My heart dropped.
My father, the man that shot me out of his hot member and into my mother 25 years ago to the day, had become famous on TikTok.
His videos weren’t funny, they weren’t even creative… but a million people had liked my dad lip-synching to the audio of ‘a baby complaining about her mother’s cooking’ all because he was the hottest piece of ass on the internet.
“Oh, by the way, happy birthday,” he added as he closed his phone.
In that moment, I remembered about my morning piss. A wave of shame washed over me as I emptied myself into my pajamas.
“Yeah…” I answered, utterly dejected. “Happy birthday to me.”
