Al givya a jeengle when I git baque

When my father first learned to IM I was a tad worried it would become like Big Brother is Watching. Because, I mean, come on, I'm online ALL DAY. My father is one click away from getting my attention at any time during the day. That's more power than some people should wield.

Instead, it is fun to get an occasional IM from my dad. He's a nutcase and his spelling abilities fly out the window when he gets online. Hahaha.

Sue: I am feeling so-so. I still can't hear well.
DAD: I have been working hard all morning. I need a marshmallow.
Sue: you crack me up almost as much as I do.
DAD: How 'bout a fizzy?
Sue: Hahaha
Sue: I had a diet Coke this morning, but I am thinking about trying to go off of them for a while.
DAD: Maybe you can use the remaining cans as earwash.
DAD: Diet Coke as earwash...might be musical.
DAD: Sounds like a title for a song.
Sue: A piano duet
DAD: Hey, try pouring a drop or two in your ears and let me know.
Sue: Gross. Too bubbly, man.
DAD: No nose flute duet.
Sue: with an optional jaw harp
DAD: If someone can't see your screen, it appears that you are working like crazy.
DAD: Well, see ya tamale
DAD: All this talk makes me thirsty. I'm goin' out fore a sec (or two)
DAD: "fore a sec"?
Sue: Nose flute, jaw harp, and spoons trio. It'd be a big seller.
DAD: should be "four a sec."
Sue: haha
DAD: sounds like a snappy combination
Sue: It should be dedicated to me. Like all good pieces should.
DAD: M witch U babe
Sue: Really, who thought "Goin' To The Mall" would be a hit? I'm curious. Was it you, DaddyO?
DAD: =-O Sorry, yes. I'll have to take the rap.
DAD: Al givya a jeengle when I git baque
Sue: Hahaha, Ok