re: Name something crazy your dad had you do growing up

We lived in a house right next to a farm and my Dad would have me help him trap skunks for the farmer, bring them down to the river nearby, and dump them in.

Gave me a big arse dip of Skoal driving back from a fishing hole. I was like 9. Barfed all over the back seat. He unbolted that whole back seat and had it airing out on the back porch for weeks

My dad was pretty strict. Especially when it came to chores.

If he told me to cut the grass, I had to cut the grass no matter what. If I goofed off thinking I'd get out of it, he'd rain down hell.

I've cut grass in the rain, at night, and on Christmas eve.

It sucked but it taught me to follow through on commitments.

Made me wait in the car while he "ran into" the OTB to place some bets.

Made me hold his whiskey and water when he got pulled over so the cop thought it was mine.

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I knew the lines of games when I was 7 or 8. I assumed everyone’s dad gambled.

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My kids are 10(twins) and I taught them how to play Texas Holdem, and told them whoever can beat me in a match either head to head or the 3 of us, I'll give them $10.

A couple hands in, my 1 kid goes all in and loses to the other one on purpose so 1 of the 2 kids can double up on me and increase their chances of winning, and then they planned to split the profits of the win. Brilliant!!!

And as to who won...I flopped 2 pair, and my kid flopped a set, so that beat basically crippled me down probably 10:1 in chips, and he put me down a few hands later.

My dad let me ride around on a Honda big red at like 8 years old unsupervised without a helmet

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My dad ran out of gas mowing the lawn and gave me a plastic milk gallon jug and told me to go get gas on my bike.

i filled it up and put it in my backpack and about halfway home the jug dissolved and soaked me in gasoline. that shite burned! ?

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Now wait a damn minute. We used to keep gas for our chainsaw in milk jugs all my life as a kid. Not one time did the gas ever dissolve or melt the damn jug.... Just sayn

One morning, when I was 6 or 8, I opened an entire box of rice crispy treats. I took a bite of one of them and decided I didn't like rice crispy treats. He came in and saw all of the wrappers on the floor. He was furious and made me eat every single one of them. I remember sitting at the kitchen table crying my arse off while eating the rice crispies. I threw them up when I finished. I haven't eaten a rice crispy treat since that day. But he did teach me to not waste food.

Also, when I was younger my neck used to pop when I tilted it backward. The doctor said he didn't know what it was but that I shouldn't ever play tackle football. So my parents wouldn't let me play. Being the young rebellious kid that I was I would play smear the queer at recess and after school with my friends. I'd always get caught and the teachers would tell my parents. My dad made me sit in a rolling chair for an entire night to mimic would it would be like to be in a wheelchair. I actually enjoyed it because my big brother had to push me around every where.

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My dad let me ride around on a Honda big red at like 8 years old unsupervised without a helmet 

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this. And those muffler burns could mess you up especially when trying to hide them.

He let me shoot my first deer with .30-06 by myself and I couldn't have been older than 8. Damn thing kicked so hard I almost fell off the platform we were on. He had to grab my shirt to keep me from falling