Hepheastus420
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My dad would kick your dads ass. jk guys, don't make your testosterone levels spike haha.
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Finshaggy
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Fuck my dad.
My dad was a psychology major, business minor. A snake in the grass, sperm donor (not REALLY a donor, but that's basically all he was to us)
Shiva is my father, or I am my own father with Shiva's guidance.
Wooo his mustache is thick...I think I like this dad a lot...
[video=youtube;nE9wZMGaJzo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE9wZMGaJzo[/video]
dtp5150
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my biological father shows up to my doorstep, a month after i bought a house, after being out of my life for 29 years ( all my life). Then, he acts like I'm supposed to show him respect cuz he drove 8 hours to show up (UNANNOUNCED) at my doorstep, with some woman, and im supposed to care about his dying sister. Hes "fathered" maybe 5 kids....WTF?
my step father is an abusive addict ( speed type drugs, pain killers, alcohol ).....verbal abuse with threats of physical violence...altho he did give me a bloody lip when i was 12 and he was drunk and wanted to teach me how to fight....resulting in him headbutting me in the lip. Also kicked me a few times with cowboy boots that I can remember.
i blame the stupid cunts women in my family.
my step father is an abusive addict ( speed type drugs, pain killers, alcohol ).....verbal abuse with threats of physical violence...altho he did give me a bloody lip when i was 12 and he was drunk and wanted to teach me how to fight....resulting in him headbutting me in the lip. Also kicked me a few times with cowboy boots that I can remember.
i blame the stupid cunts women in my family.
Psychedelic Breakfast
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wanna meet that dad
doo do doo doo?
thanks for reminding me of tim and eric!
doo do doo doo?
thanks for reminding me of tim and eric!
Total Head
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my dad died when i was 14, he was 54. shit tons of people showed up at the wake though. 2 books worth in 4 hours and there was still a line.
he was a heavy guy with a long black ponytail and an awesome sense of humor. he was a practical joker and he was a lot more patient with life than i am. he always wore a short sleeve button up shirt, even in the winter, never a coat. he made a point to go out of his way to be respectful of everyone except for this one time when we were at a sox game and the no smoking thing had just taken effect. he got into it with some guy because the guy bitched about my dad's smoke. my dad later apologized.
he was very eccentric. he had this box of wishbones that he saved from chickens and turkeys and shit and he SWORE that one day he was going to dip them in silver, put a chain on them, and sell them as native american charms for 50 bucks apeice. he was dead serious and he said it was ok because he was like .085% native american lol. his car had rot holes in the trunk which he patched up with bumper stickers, not because he couldn't afford to fix it, but because of the principle of paying to fix something that he could take care of himself. at the time it was embarrassing but now i admire it.
also he was a hoarder whose coffee table was piled 6 ft high with vhs tapes that he recorded. every baseball game, every movie, every concert was on that table. it was pretty awesome, actually. you had to part the pile to see the tv, though. he had an entire room (my old bedroom from when i was a baby) full of soda bottles that he NEVER turned in. i forget how much we got when we turned them in but it was well into the triple digits.
he was a baseball fanatic. he passed the obsession on to me and taught me to play. if he could have seen the sox win the world series he would have had to have been hospitalized. that's all he ever talked about, how "one day" it would happen. when they did win it was bittersweet. he would have gotten a kick out of the riots. he probably would have joined them if they weren't destroying property. it's a shame he couldn't know me as an adult.
he was a heavy guy with a long black ponytail and an awesome sense of humor. he was a practical joker and he was a lot more patient with life than i am. he always wore a short sleeve button up shirt, even in the winter, never a coat. he made a point to go out of his way to be respectful of everyone except for this one time when we were at a sox game and the no smoking thing had just taken effect. he got into it with some guy because the guy bitched about my dad's smoke. my dad later apologized.
he was very eccentric. he had this box of wishbones that he saved from chickens and turkeys and shit and he SWORE that one day he was going to dip them in silver, put a chain on them, and sell them as native american charms for 50 bucks apeice. he was dead serious and he said it was ok because he was like .085% native american lol. his car had rot holes in the trunk which he patched up with bumper stickers, not because he couldn't afford to fix it, but because of the principle of paying to fix something that he could take care of himself. at the time it was embarrassing but now i admire it.
also he was a hoarder whose coffee table was piled 6 ft high with vhs tapes that he recorded. every baseball game, every movie, every concert was on that table. it was pretty awesome, actually. you had to part the pile to see the tv, though. he had an entire room (my old bedroom from when i was a baby) full of soda bottles that he NEVER turned in. i forget how much we got when we turned them in but it was well into the triple digits.
he was a baseball fanatic. he passed the obsession on to me and taught me to play. if he could have seen the sox win the world series he would have had to have been hospitalized. that's all he ever talked about, how "one day" it would happen. when they did win it was bittersweet. he would have gotten a kick out of the riots. he probably would have joined them if they weren't destroying property. it's a shame he couldn't know me as an adult.
juggalo187hatchet
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i didn't know my dad, died of a heroine over dose when i was 2. but i think if he had gotten help, he would been a a good father. my mom told me he was so excited to have a son, he wanted to start up a landscaping business, he even had business cards made up (you know one those "xxxxxx And Son" businesses). my mom got remarried when i was 10 and after a few years i started to look up to him as my dad. when i talked about him to my friends, i refered to him as my dad, not step-dad. a few months ago i found out that he had been cheating on my mom for years. you guys are lucky have a dad/positive male figure in your life
Urca
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my dad is wonderful. he's tall, and heavy, with blue eyes and blonde hair. He's a chain smoker, a pot smoker, and an alcoholic. He has the patience of a saint, and he always perserveres. He taught me how to read and write very well, always tried to help me with my homework when he could. He and I can sit and talk for hours and hours, about politics, history, our family, etc. I look just like him. He gave me my snarky sense of dirty humor and helped me learn how to love reading. he's an amazing cook. he and my grandmother are the ones who hold my family together. Everyone gives him bullshit, treats him bad, and he's had a hard life. But he is one of the people im closest to in the world.
tharoomman
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I have a good dad. Hard worker, loving.He use to do drugs back in the day but hasn't done em since before I was born. He even quit smoking cigarettes cold turkey after like 20 years. He was at 2 packs a day. He is without a doubt the most caring person I know. I feel for people who don't have a good dad.
I almost feel guilty of my life after hearing some of the "hard" stories, and I empathize with those whom have been dealt a shitty hand where family is concerned.
My father is 81 and double war vet - Korea and Vietnam, a devoted Father and Husband whom lost his partner (my mother) of over 58 years to cancer this last April 11th. Prior to the onset of a rare case of Guillian-Barre syndrome which resulted in considerable paralysis, he was as active as a 30 year old and much more creative than I. His scroll saw work is second to none & rivals museum quality - he specialized in wooden games that can stump a master player with their intricacy and cunning. Served his country for over 40 years and was a fish taxidermist par excellence.
He is the man whom taught me many life lessons simply by being whom he is - an honest, hard working moral man.
I hope he stays with us for some time, but life is hard on the body & one never knows the length of time he has left.
My father is my hero.
These are from my eldest sons wedding - dad is dancing with the bride, and sitting with his.
idontlikesociety
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I envy you people who have grown up with a good male rolemodel in your life.
I don't care for my father. He's a weak, aggressive and egoistic person. Don't care for anyone but himself.
Unfortunally I meet him every now and then because I want to have a relationsship with my mother who's the most caring and loving person I've ever known.
I don't care for my father. He's a weak, aggressive and egoistic person. Don't care for anyone but himself.
Unfortunally I meet him every now and then because I want to have a relationsship with my mother who's the most caring and loving person I've ever known.
olylifter420
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i love my father. IF it were not for what he has taught me growing up as a kid, i think i would be some geeky ass mofo... Lucky for me he taught everything there is to the outdoors, being useful as in knowing how use just about every tool you can find in a toolbox and the toolshed and a tough dude that wont take crap from no one and taught me to stand up for myself and believe in my abilities...
as i grow older and develop into the man he groomed me to be, i have not been able to see him as often as i use to... that really sucks cause i miss hanging out with him and doing things together with my brother like we use to when we were smaller... I think that is what sucks about life, as we(as in the children of the family) get older, we understand the concept of the cycle of life and know that the end is inevitable...
as i grow older and develop into the man he groomed me to be, i have not been able to see him as often as i use to... that really sucks cause i miss hanging out with him and doing things together with my brother like we use to when we were smaller... I think that is what sucks about life, as we(as in the children of the family) get older, we understand the concept of the cycle of life and know that the end is inevitable...
rowlman
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I like to think of my dad getting tied to a pole, tased for hours, and then raped repeatally by herpies infested,crap dwelling cocks of all sizes and in all holes. They could even film it, and make new holes, I would make videos and send them out for christmas.I'm not an evil person, But I wouldn't give him a strand of my hair to save his life.I've though of making a nice 36 hour snuff film of this, but I like my freedom, prisons not worth it. But I'll smile when he dies!!!