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In the ongoing saga of the Dorky Dad and the dare, the time has come to give Dorky Dad his due, and recognize him for the hero he is.
It went like this.
1. I read where he talked about not being able to pass up a dare.
2. I taunted him that I had a dare in the works.
3. He said to bring it on.
4. I dared him to take a photo wearing a bra.
5. He accepted the dare… but
6. His “wife” posted that a photo was taken but now they weren’t sure they should post it.
7. His readers encouraged him to post it.
8. Fracas called him a chicken if he didn’t post it
9. Being a true hero, he posted it for the world to see.
10. Fracas announces his new designation as American Hero and Manboob Supporter.
The picture is located at Dorky Dad’s site (for now) and because I am a kind, generous and appreciative soul, I think Dorky Dad should get the benefit of this soon-to-be-famous photo. Please go see it.
I promise you won’t be sorry.
And once again… you may feel free to click over to Humor-Blogs. Not only have I succeeded in getting Dorky Dad’s photo in his underwear his “wife’s” underwear, I’m chasing his butt over at Humor-Blogs. Won’t you help me out by clicking over there?
And seriously? Don’t you have a good time here at fracas? I know I do.
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Sometimes all your ducks decide to line up and it makes for a really good day. April 9 was one of those, and the remarkable thing is… it didn’t involve a post about some celebrity sans panties.
Though it didn’t surpass the previous fracas record of 13, 137 views on September 8, 2007, I still consider it a good day.
Thank you all.
I’ll keep trying, if you keep visiting!

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There are all kinds of crack.
There’s the kind of crack that involves sidewalks, and though as kids most of us recited that “step on a crack, break your mother’s back” rhyme because, well… most of us didn’t know any better and it just seemed like harmless fun. We didn’t necessarily believe that if we stepped on a crack we’d break our mothers’ backs. Seriously, how many of us even had a mother who broke their back? And I know I stepped. I admit it. I did.
Cracks in the sidewalk aren’t all that bad anyway. Sometimes we get a little surprise by coming upon one where some opportunistic wildflower has rooted and sprung forth to greet us.
There’s the kind of crack where you’re all tense and you know you need something… so you visit your chiropractor and they crack your back, or your neck… and you feel better. Not me of course, Chiropractors scare me, but I know others who find that a cracked back or neck is just the ticket for them.
Then there’s the bad, drug kind of crack… which fracas encourages everyone to stay away from. Boo. Hiss. Don’t do that. You’ll ruin your life. You’ll hurt the people you love. You might even die, and if you don’t, you’ll want to.
And then there’s the bad, workmanguyperson kind of crack, which fracas also encourages everyone to stay away from.
You know what I mean.
You’ve got them there fixing something that’s broken at your house, and you turn around only to find that your eyes have been burned right from their sockets by the image of some really hairy and wild kind of squishing together of someone’s nethercheeks… a someone you’d preferred to not know quite that well. I know it’s not always within your control, but try stay away from that too. Because I luv you all so much, I’m restraining myself even, from posting a photo of some icky butt crack here. Usually I’d do something like that. You know I would.
I do have a sneaky feeling though, that this last kind of crack is one that some of you will not only hail as good and appealing, but that you’ll even thank me (Daddypapersurfer) for posting it.
I give you then, fraccy readers, the good crack… because I luv you, and I really appreciate that you tolerate how every now and then, I go a little serious in what I post here at the blog that’s supposed to be all fun and games.
This crack’s for you!
[Sadly, I do not have a link for where this photo came to me by. Just as with my storage room in the basement (full of all kinds of craft supplies and little things I hang onto for a rainy day) so too, is my computer full of amusing little things I save as they come to me via email and other sources. I mean no disrespect to the lovely woman in the photo and should the rightful owner of the photo be found, I will happily credit them with it. Heck... some of the fraccy readers might even lobby to have them Knighted (or something).]
[Periwinkle photo: Eric Siegmund]










Oh sure, there are cases where you see a parent who has broken their proverbial back trying to do the right thing with and for their child only to have the child grow older and do everything contrary to how they’ve been raised. There are exceptions to every rule indeed. I’m not talking about those cases. I’m talking about cases like that of Mercades Nichols, one of the Lakeland teens who took part in the attack.
It seems crystal clear that Mercades Nichol knew what would happen to Victoria Lindsay in the house, yet facilitated bringing her to it. In my book, a warning not to go in just doesn’t cut it. Lindsay was staying with Nichols following family differences and Nichols should have realized that her pathetic warning was just not enough. Where should Lindsay have gone then? And why, in the first place, would Nichols invite those very girls to her own grandmother’s house if she wasn’t a willing participant in what would happen
next?