The Thumbs Up
$4.99/mo
You leave a voicemail. I respond with a thumbs up. I never answer.
- One thumb, sometime in the next three days
- Doesn't matter what the voicemail said
- Yes, even that one
Dad. Remote. Part time.
A dad, from a distance. No photos.
I'll call to check in, complain about how everything's changin', and ask you what my email password is.
Grown-ups only. Paid by Zelle donation. I'll probably pick up.
Pick a dad and text him right here. Or have him text your phone, or call him and he'll pick up as that dad. It's free, and it's Chad's AI doin' the voices. Then send it to your sibling who never calls.
Loadin' your dad... If nothin' shows up, call (803) 310-5672.
Same Chad, different dad. These are the only photos you'll ever get. I had your cousin take 'em.





Suggested monthly donations by Zelle. Nothin' bills on its own. Stop sendin' and the plan stops. I'll act like I'm fine with it.
$4.99/mo
You leave a voicemail. I respond with a thumbs up. I never answer.
$9.99/mo
I'll answer any time you call, or at least try to call you back.
$19.99/mo
I call you at least once a week and start the texts myself, memes and all.
Premium
$49.99/mo
Real encouragement, and disappointment in your life choices, in a lovingly sincere way that shows I care about your future.
Every couple weeks, whether you got time or not. "Didn't want nothin'. Just callin'." Then forty minutes on what they did to the intersection by the old Kmart.
I don't trust it. They're listenin'. Now what's my email password? You set it up. It's got a capital in it. I'll only ever ask for mine. Never give me yours.
You see what Rick posted? Rick's my best friend. Funniest picture you ever saw. It's a dog in a hat. I don't know who Rick is. We've never met. I worry about him.
Texted without a word of explanation at 6:14 in the mornin'. A minion. A Bible verse. A truck. I'll follow it up with "LOL" and then "Dad" like I'm signin' a letter.
"Never buy the extended warranty on a man." You won't understand that for another five years. I don't understand it now. But one day, in a parkin' lot, it'll hit you.
Tell me about your mother and your siblings. I'll complain about 'em too. Your sister's husband? I never liked him. You've always been my favorite. Don't tell the others. I told them the same.
Every one of these is made up. I don't know how the internet works.
"He called to tell me a restaurant closed. I've never been there. Neither has he. I cried a little."Megan, 34, The Check-In
"He thumbs-upped my voicemail about the divorce. Honestly? Pretty accurate to the original."Jason, 41, The Thumbs Up
"He texted me a picture of a truck. Then 'LOL. Dad.' I've had it framed."Priya, 29, The Callback
Add these to any plan. Your dad would've done some of this for free. I'm not your dad.
The jokes are jokes, and I'm not actually your father, I checked. The form goes to the real Chad, who reads every one. He'll text you the details. Money's by Zelle, it's a donation with no refunds, and my time and services may or may not be real. If you call the number, you'll get his AI, which does a real good impression and will tell you straight that it's an AI if you ask.
No photos. I don't know how to attach 'em. I've been tryin' to send you one since March and it keeps goin' to Rick.
From a distance. I'll be real proud, from about four hundred miles away. Send me the date and I'll write it down wrong.
No. Never give me yours, or anybody else's. I want mine. It's got a capital in it. If anybody else asks you for a password, that's not your dad, that's a crook, and I told you about this.
Then call him. He's fine. He's not gonna say he misses you. He's gonna ask about your tires, and that's the same thing.
Then I'm sorry, kiddo. I'm a fella with a phone and a bad sense of humor, and I know this ain't the same. But I'll pick up. Well, depends on the plan.
Fill this out. I'll need it in writin' anyhow, I'll forget.
to chadbechtel225@gmail.com
By Zelle, with your first name in the memo. Each month, if you're stayin' on. It's a donation, with no refunds. It's real money, so only send what you're fine never seein' again. I won't send an invoice, and if I do, it's fake.
The real Chad will text you. It'll say "It's your dad." It really won't be. Don't let it bother you. It don't bother me.