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re: Name something crazy your dad had you do growing up
Posted on 12/10/21 at 7:42 am to Darth_Vader
Posted on 12/10/21 at 7:42 am to Darth_Vader
My dad was a wireline operator, he once took us on a job on a jack up barge in the marsh, dirty magazines everywhere, pantry full of candy bars and chips, cook would make us whatever we wanted. He took me on the rig one night and let me sit with him in the wire line unit while he worked. That was 3 crazy days.
Also, my brother was a bed wetter, he passed out in the bunk in the wheel house one day and flooded that SOB
I’m sure the captain loved that!
This was the early 80s, safety was nothing but a word, what a time to be alive
Also, my brother was a bed wetter, he passed out in the bunk in the wheel house one day and flooded that SOB
I’m sure the captain loved that! This was the early 80s, safety was nothing but a word, what a time to be alive
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Posted on 12/10/21 at 8:10 am to CAD703X
8 years old fishing in the Atchafalaya. My dad had a bite tried to hook the bass. The bait with the treble hook ended up in my ear. He cut a small piece of my ear off to get the hook out. Then right back to fishing.
I have this intense dislike of snakes and as a kid I would point them out while fishing. Guess he got enough of it, grabbed me by the life jacket, dunked me up and down in the Atchafalaya till I quit talking about snakes. Then one time he tossed one in the boat- I ended up on the top of the motor. Still haunts me.
I have this intense dislike of snakes and as a kid I would point them out while fishing. Guess he got enough of it, grabbed me by the life jacket, dunked me up and down in the Atchafalaya till I quit talking about snakes. Then one time he tossed one in the boat- I ended up on the top of the motor. Still haunts me.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 8:12 am to supadave3
I bought my dad a rechargeable headlamp and magnetic flashlight for this purpose alone. I got tired of getting yelled at for holding the light wrong and I’m 38. Now if it is messed up and I’m there he just has me fix it.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 8:52 am to Jim Rockford
Crush beer cans with one of those wall mount crushers. Buckets full. And then recycle
Posted on 12/10/21 at 8:56 am to CAD703X
Hold the sparkplug wire on his tiller to se if he was getting a spark
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:02 am to CAD703X
There was big ice storm when I was around 12. The weather damaged our roof which wasn’t that steep, so my dad got up there to fix the leak. He fell off and broke his arm. I literally watched him fall and hit the ground.
Power was out and roads were covered with ice. He had an old 80s Chevy truck that was a stick. He couldn’t shift and didn’t want to drive with a broken arm. Wouldn’t let us drive him in the ice. So he sat all night with a broken arm.
Next morning everything is covered with ice. He tells me since he’s got a broken arm to get up there and tarp the roof.
Power was out and roads were covered with ice. He had an old 80s Chevy truck that was a stick. He couldn’t shift and didn’t want to drive with a broken arm. Wouldn’t let us drive him in the ice. So he sat all night with a broken arm.
Next morning everything is covered with ice. He tells me since he’s got a broken arm to get up there and tarp the roof.
This post was edited on 12/10/21 at 9:09 am
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:09 am to CAD703X
Just one of the many stories I can recall.
One time I’m sitting on my arse watching tv on a Saturday afternoon. About 12 years old. I notice the hammock is flipped upside down. I look out and there is a swarm of bees on this thing. Thousands. I tell pops and he is in disbelief. He had been having a few. Grabs the leaf blower and thinks he’s going to blow them away. They are pissed at this point. Swarming all around him. Stinging him like a mother fricker. He’s yelling at me to come outside. I started spraying him down with the hose while he ran to the front yard. He fixed up his poison sprayer and gave them the death blow a little while later.
He was/is a character. I thought it was completely normal to have open containers. If he wasn’t going to work there was a coors light popped open in the console. I’m a freshmen in high school and he picks up my friend and I at 11 after an exam. My friend is blown away he’s got a tall boy popped open in the car.
This almost caught up to him more than once. When I was about 9 we took a trip to Gatlinburg. We were at pigeon forge and he was throwing an empty away. Well some do good a-hole snitched on him to park rangers. Guy comes flying up the road behind us. Tells me to hide his beer. Cop eventually finds it and is stuck between a rock and a hard place because he doesn’t want to arrest my dad whose on vacation with his family. He eventually let us go after taking all the beer. Pop was pissed. We’ve never been back to Tennessee.
One time I’m sitting on my arse watching tv on a Saturday afternoon. About 12 years old. I notice the hammock is flipped upside down. I look out and there is a swarm of bees on this thing. Thousands. I tell pops and he is in disbelief. He had been having a few. Grabs the leaf blower and thinks he’s going to blow them away. They are pissed at this point. Swarming all around him. Stinging him like a mother fricker. He’s yelling at me to come outside. I started spraying him down with the hose while he ran to the front yard. He fixed up his poison sprayer and gave them the death blow a little while later.
He was/is a character. I thought it was completely normal to have open containers. If he wasn’t going to work there was a coors light popped open in the console. I’m a freshmen in high school and he picks up my friend and I at 11 after an exam. My friend is blown away he’s got a tall boy popped open in the car.
This almost caught up to him more than once. When I was about 9 we took a trip to Gatlinburg. We were at pigeon forge and he was throwing an empty away. Well some do good a-hole snitched on him to park rangers. Guy comes flying up the road behind us. Tells me to hide his beer. Cop eventually finds it and is stuck between a rock and a hard place because he doesn’t want to arrest my dad whose on vacation with his family. He eventually let us go after taking all the beer. Pop was pissed. We’ve never been back to Tennessee.
This post was edited on 12/10/21 at 9:23 am
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:13 am to SuperSaint
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Every Saturday and Sunday dad let us 3 boys pick a team on the white card and place a 3 team parlay
Anyone remember when they would publish the nascar drivers/cars with odds to win the race? My dad would let my brother and I pick 1 driver from each tier (top, middle, and bottom) of the odds. Kind of like fantasy nascar now.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:15 am to roberma
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years old fishing in the Atchafalaya. My dad had a bite tried to hook the bass. The bait with the treble hook ended up in my ear. He cut a small piece of my ear off to get the hook out. Then right back to fishing. I have this intense dislike of snakes and as a kid I would point them out while fishing. Guess he got enough of it, grabbed me by the life jacket, dunked me up and down in the Atchafalaya till I quit talking about snakes. Then one time he tossed one in the boat- I ended up on the top of the motor. Still haunts me.
Your dad was a psycho
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:15 am to BOSCEAUX
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Had a flat on the boat trailer on our way to the camp at Toledo. Had forgotten the trailer spare at home about 20 miles away. He left me sitting in the boat guarding our shite with a filet knife. I was probably 11.
I legit just lol'd at the mental picture of an 11 year old with a filet knife on guard post by a boat at the ramp.
That's great.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:17 am to supadave3
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I know for a fact that gas will eat through a Solo cup.
no shite dumbass. petroleum eats through stirofoam easily. what kind of dumbass doesnt know that
i will just say i hate flashlights lol
when i was 13 i had friends stay the night, we snuck into the liquor cabinet and the 3 of them got pretty hammered. Next day we had all star practice....my dad figured out they were hungover and pretty much made the practice stupid hard just to be a dick. Kept screaming....sounds like yall got food poisoning
:lol:Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:41 am to shawnlsu
This isn't about my dad, but reminded me of my grandfather. Here is some context so you can picture this
Moved to US when he was in his 80's
Spoke no English, I spoke Korean
Lived with my aunt, who had about 4 acres of over grown pasture.
I spent the 1st couple summers of HS with him.
He made me cut a walking path through the overgrown pasture with POS push mower. He didn't want the whole thing mowed, just a path he could walk at sunrise, which at the time, I thought was dumb. He liked to walk it alone, but I walked it with him once or twice, there was no talking allowed, just a slow peaceful walk.
He raised ducks as if they were life long pets, he talked to them, fed them out of his hand, sometimes he walk them around. He he seemed to form a close bond with them.....Then once each summer, he had someone come over and help him, and they chopped the heads and processed them. Once the shock of what he as doing wore off, I offered to try to help, he refused, later on I realized, he must have had some type of joy out of processing the ducks. My guess is it gave him, even for one day a glimpse of his youth and life.
Lastly, every morning, he woke up and came out of his bedroom with a brand new pair of socks and gave to me. Every single morning without fail.
When I was young, I loved him, like I said, the language barrier didn't let me get stories of his past, but it's amazing what he was able to teach me without me knowing.
Moved to US when he was in his 80's
Spoke no English, I spoke Korean
Lived with my aunt, who had about 4 acres of over grown pasture.
I spent the 1st couple summers of HS with him.
He made me cut a walking path through the overgrown pasture with POS push mower. He didn't want the whole thing mowed, just a path he could walk at sunrise, which at the time, I thought was dumb. He liked to walk it alone, but I walked it with him once or twice, there was no talking allowed, just a slow peaceful walk.
He raised ducks as if they were life long pets, he talked to them, fed them out of his hand, sometimes he walk them around. He he seemed to form a close bond with them.....Then once each summer, he had someone come over and help him, and they chopped the heads and processed them. Once the shock of what he as doing wore off, I offered to try to help, he refused, later on I realized, he must have had some type of joy out of processing the ducks. My guess is it gave him, even for one day a glimpse of his youth and life.
Lastly, every morning, he woke up and came out of his bedroom with a brand new pair of socks and gave to me. Every single morning without fail.
When I was young, I loved him, like I said, the language barrier didn't let me get stories of his past, but it's amazing what he was able to teach me without me knowing.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:56 am to CAD703X
Dad would get me RC planes for Christmas then crash them before I could fly them...... good times
Posted on 12/10/21 at 9:57 am to duchuntintiger
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Crush beer cans with one of those wall mount crushers. Buckets full. And then recycle
Yep, did that too
Posted on 12/10/21 at 10:05 am to lsu777
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no shite dumbass. petroleum eats through stirofoam easily. what kind of dumbass doesnt know that
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Solo cup.
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stirofoam
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dumbass
Now this is here is pretty great. You've got someone who doesn't realize that almost always a reference to a Solo cup is a red plastic cup calling someone else a dumbass. Then to top it off, he doesn't spell Styrofoam correctly. Classic
Posted on 12/10/21 at 10:07 am to Oilfieldbiology
And this is how he treated his daughter! You don't want to know the son treatment.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 10:09 am to jchamil
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Now this is here is pretty great. You've got someone who doesn't realize that almost always a reference to a Solo cup is a red plastic cup calling someone else a dumbass. Then to top it off, he doesn't spell Styrofoam correctly. Classic
well shite...guess im the dumbass 
Posted on 12/10/21 at 11:45 am to CAD703X
My dad grew up dirt poor and had some insecurities as a result.
He would not let me wear socks or underwear with any holes. He instructed my mom to immediately throw them away. I remember having some nice (drawers) that would go missing.
To this day I wear underwear that have nicks and holes purposely and will not throw away a functional pair.
He would not let me wear socks or underwear with any holes. He instructed my mom to immediately throw them away. I remember having some nice (drawers) that would go missing.
To this day I wear underwear that have nicks and holes purposely and will not throw away a functional pair.
Posted on 12/10/21 at 12:48 pm to beerJeep
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Honda big red
GOAT
Posted on 12/10/21 at 12:51 pm to CAD703X
At age 13 my dad had me tarpaper the roof of his shed. Gave me a bucket of tar to spread over the roofing nails. Gave me a skil saw to cut out rotten wood so I could replace it with plywood.
All unsupervised while he was at work.
I thought I did a good job until my mom (they had long since been divorced; no pics) saw that I was wearing a “good” shirt. She bitched me out then bitched my dad out harder for not realizing it was a good shirt.
I also held the flashlight and worked I on the brakes with my dad before I was a teenager.
All unsupervised while he was at work.
I thought I did a good job until my mom (they had long since been divorced; no pics) saw that I was wearing a “good” shirt. She bitched me out then bitched my dad out harder for not realizing it was a good shirt.
I also held the flashlight and worked I on the brakes with my dad before I was a teenager.
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