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Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 7:14 pm
by Kochari
My dad was in the merchant navy for 15 years "drinking rum and looking at girls in grass skirts". His one regret is that he has never worn a kaftan.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:16 pm
by hasezwei
My dad used to own a club, worked as a car mechanic specializing on oldtimer mercedes and died of brain cancer because he never wore gas masks when painting cars.
He also was a stoner and taught me how to tag walls with spraycans when i was 6.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:21 pm
by TSH-Tim
is watching YOU
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:21 pm
by mVI
Motorway to Roswell wrote:He's a third dan in Shotokan karate.
My dad's a fourth dan as it happens.
EDIT// Just checked the website he runs for his small club, and he's a fifth dan.
Out of interest did you ever get into yourself? I got to 4th kyu before giving up when I started high school.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:27 pm
by DRTY
my Dad's a bit of an idiot
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:33 pm
by esfandyar
my dad grew up on an opium farm and was a soap opera actor circa 1970 in iran bitches.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:39 pm
by Motorway to Roswell
mVI wrote:Motorway to Roswell wrote:He's a third dan in Shotokan karate.
My dad's a fourth dan as it happens.
EDIT// Just checked the website he runs for his small club, and he's a fifth dan.
Out of interest did you ever get into yourself? I got to 4th kyu before giving up when I started high school.
I did for a while. I can't remember what kyu I got to. I did four or five, I think. I had a green belt when I stopped.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 8:43 pm
by noam
esfandyar wrote:my dad grew up on an opium farm and was a soap opera actor circa 1970 in iran bitches.
lol i think my grandad was a spy, he was an Iranian diplomat/Minister of Ports or something along those lines
i just like to think he was a Spy... been more countries and spoke more languages than i can think of
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:18 pm
by esfandyar
noam wrote:esfandyar wrote:my dad grew up on an opium farm and was a soap opera actor circa 1970 in iran bitches.
lol i think my grandad was a spy, he was an Iranian diplomat/Minister of Ports or something along those lines
i just like to think he was a Spy... been more countries and spoke more languages than i can think of
crazy. iranians have some mysterious pasts to them am i right?
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:29 pm
by noam
its a mysterious place!
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:36 pm
by Kamex
is better than your dad.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 9:41 pm
by TSH-Tim
is walking down the road trying to find his car.......
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 10:08 pm
by fractal
Motorway to Roswell wrote:I wasn't lying.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:51 am
by tk
is tougher than your dad
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:52 am
by LA_Boxers
nothing!
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 11:56 am
by Badman Juice
worked as a bus driver during his school holidays, eventually saved enough for uni and then became a doctor. now he has no legs.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 12:09 pm
by nowaysj
I'm a better person than all three of my dads.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:25 pm
by Devry_Kaneda
Was in the airforce, flew B-52's, and was almost shot down by east Germans. My dad has 4 degrees and has never used any of them in business. My dad has fossils up for display in the smithsonian(was a geologist, but I don't really consider that business).
My dad never loved me
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:52 pm
by clifford_-
my old mans just a generally nice geeza.
Re: My Dad...
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:04 pm
by nicenice
Haven't seen my dad for about 6 years. Last I heard he just got back from the phillipines, think he broke up with his wife from out there.
When I was about 11 he left me in the house by myself, I got bored and started wondering around his house. Found his "love shack", everything was red, in the middle was a heart shaped bed. All on the shelves were pornos and an assortment of sexual toys. Strangely it was the tidiest room in the house.
That and him getting some naked lady desktop toy stuck on my computer when I was 6 or 7 are my most profound memories of him.