also the whole “dad-with-a-shotgun-meeting-the-boyfriend” trope is actually so so not cute and only serves as an example of the creepy absolute ownership that most men think they have over their daughters
One day, Patrick Stump is chosen to be the singer of the National Anthem at the Super Bowl.
It is the day of the Super Bowl. He is in the middle of the stadium field. The crowd grows quiet.
On the intercom, the narrator says “Please rise for the National Anthem.”
It is silent.
Slowly, everyone rises and directs their attention to the American flag.
Patrick takes a deep breath. And begins to sing.
“Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.”
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