re: What Are Some Stuff Every Daddy Should Teach His Son(s)?

My dad always told me; "a little pot and alcohol never killed anyone." He was an alcoholic and it killed him.

On a happier note, my stepdad taught me to treat women with respect, always save money, set goals, hunt & fish and for fricks sake always carry a god damn pocket knife!

Lord loves a working man
Don't trust whitey
See a doctor and get rid of it

How to:

Change a diaper

Plan an invasion

Butcher a hog

Conn a ship

Design a building

Write a sonnet

Balance accounts

Build a wall (and MAGA)

Set a bone

Comfort the dying

Take orders

Give orders

Cooperate

Act alone

Solve equations

Analyze a new problem

Pitch manure

Program a computer

Cook a tasty meal

Fight efficiently

Die gallantly (if necessary)



Specialization is for insects.

It's fricking weird for you to say daddy

Has anyone said proper grammar?

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Bull shite

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My Pop taught me how to read a ruler by the 32th.

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32th?

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Proper grammar is a good start. But that requires the dad to not be a retard, so. Just stick with the tire

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Your dad must like other dudes... If he speaks the queen's English..

Yes. He was being easy. 16th or 32th. Not hard to understand. Now I work within a thousandth of an inch.