Who am I? random_fic
Character name: Red Forman
Fandom: That 70’s Show
Disclaimers warning: Prolific use of the word dumbass and Commie-Pinko
Challenge topic: Who are you?
Rating: Pg-13
Who am I? What kind of dumbass question is that? Next thing you know, you’ll have me wearing a skirt and talking about my feelings.
The name is Red Forman and if you are one of those dumbasses that hang out in my basement, it is Mr. Forman. Of course, Erik and Laurie had better not call me either. To them, I am dad. Got it? Hyde, is well, he’s just Hyde and he knows when to knock it the hell off and when call me Mr. Foreman instead of Red.
Now, why I am posting here, in a forum like this on a thing they call an internet, which really wasn’t all the rage in my time is anyone’s guess. I wonder if I should let Kitty know about this place. God only knows what she’ll type after she’s had a few.
Just remember. I got my eye on all of you and I am sure that this place filled with as many of those swinging, Pinko-Commie dumbasses in this time as there are in mine.
I suppose, I should tell you a bit more a bout me.
I believe
1. America is the greatest nation on earth.
2. Nixon was a great man.
3. After my son Eric, Bob and Midge are the bane of my existence.
4. I could write an entire book on my son’s friends and what dumbasses they are but Kitty said that I needed to keep my blood pressure down, so I won’t.
5. That men should be men and not discussing their “feelings” or getting in touch with their “inner-child". I am Ok and you are not, is all that needs to be said.
So…there you have it.
I’m Red Forman and now I gotta go. I need to check the fridge to make sure those damn kids didn’t steal all my beer. again.
Fandom: That 70’s Show
Disclaimers warning: Prolific use of the word dumbass and Commie-Pinko
Challenge topic: Who are you?
Rating: Pg-13
Who am I? What kind of dumbass question is that? Next thing you know, you’ll have me wearing a skirt and talking about my feelings.
The name is Red Forman and if you are one of those dumbasses that hang out in my basement, it is Mr. Forman. Of course, Erik and Laurie had better not call me either. To them, I am dad. Got it? Hyde, is well, he’s just Hyde and he knows when to knock it the hell off and when call me Mr. Foreman instead of Red.
Now, why I am posting here, in a forum like this on a thing they call an internet, which really wasn’t all the rage in my time is anyone’s guess. I wonder if I should let Kitty know about this place. God only knows what she’ll type after she’s had a few.
Just remember. I got my eye on all of you and I am sure that this place filled with as many of those swinging, Pinko-Commie dumbasses in this time as there are in mine.
I suppose, I should tell you a bit more a bout me.
I believe
1. America is the greatest nation on earth.
2. Nixon was a great man.
3. After my son Eric, Bob and Midge are the bane of my existence.
4. I could write an entire book on my son’s friends and what dumbasses they are but Kitty said that I needed to keep my blood pressure down, so I won’t.
5. That men should be men and not discussing their “feelings” or getting in touch with their “inner-child". I am Ok and you are not, is all that needs to be said.
So…there you have it.
I’m Red Forman and now I gotta go. I need to check the fridge to make sure those damn kids didn’t steal all my beer. again.