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captncrzy
06-15-2008, 09:53 AM
...boys.

I got my dad a metal Guiness bucket and filled it with stuff my mom won't buy at the store because she doesn't like it: different kinds of weird beer, sardines, hot sauce, olives, peanuts, and pistachios. Then I wrapped the bucket in cellophane and taped it up with duct tape.

JustSteve
06-15-2008, 09:57 AM
haha, jinx. beat me by a couple minutes...

captncrzy
06-15-2008, 09:58 AM
you owe me a coke

algunz
06-16-2008, 09:01 PM
Wow, nobody wanted to recognize the proud papas?

This is what we did for Dad's Day. We washed the car while dad was on his mountain bike. Then we went to the pool and had a bbq with grandpa. It was a beautiful day.

http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee218/alessandragunz/random/IMG_0882.jpg

http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee218/alessandragunz/random/IMG_0884.jpg

http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee218/alessandragunz/random/IMG_0875.jpg


How did you all show love for the dads in your world?

miscorrections
06-16-2008, 09:14 PM
Gunz, you look terribly young to have a child. I mean that in a good way, your skin looks perfect.

RotationSlimWang
06-16-2008, 09:22 PM
Did you at least blow him, for fuck's sake?

leo01g
06-16-2008, 10:14 PM
Did you at least blow him, for fuck's sake?

haha gross!!!

RotationSlimWang
06-16-2008, 10:28 PM
What? It's her husband. Just because her husband is also her father is no reason to judge.

leo01g
06-16-2008, 10:40 PM
hahaha. Dude thats just weird. Kinda like me thinking my mom has never given my dad a bj. I will always believe that my mom has never given him one. ALWAYS DAMN IT!!!

RotationSlimWang
06-16-2008, 10:41 PM
I don't know if she ever gave your dad one, but I can say with authority that she sucks a mean cock.

leo01g
06-16-2008, 10:43 PM
haha my mom is still a VIRGIN

RotationSlimWang
06-16-2008, 10:46 PM
Not anally.

leo01g
06-16-2008, 10:50 PM
Ass sex hurts too much if you're a dirty uncircumcised mexican

RotationSlimWang
06-16-2008, 10:52 PM
Which is why she lets clean, cut white boys like me wheelbarrow her ass.

BROKENDOLL
06-16-2008, 10:54 PM
I almost made a post yesterday asking for advice on the subject of Father's Day. What do you do or say, or give to someone who spawned you, then didn't acknowledge or speak to you during 25 of the most crucial years in your upbringing? When I probably needed him the most, he turned his back. When I sent him cards, they sat unopened. Afew months ago he sent me a birthday card that blew me away, yet this Father's Day I couldn't bring myself to call him. I did make him a card though. He's likes hunting, so I drew a bighorn sheep on the front where it said, "To the leader of the Herd..." On the inside I drew a little black sheep that said, "Happy Father's Day from..." I hope he checked the mail today so he knows I atleast thought of him.

leo01g
06-16-2008, 10:55 PM
wheelbarrow her ass? oh shit thats hilarious. What's that move look like?

leo01g
06-16-2008, 10:56 PM
I almost made a post yesterday asking for advice on the subject of Father's Day. What do you do or say, or give to someone who spawned you, then didn't acknowledge or speak to you during 25 of the most crucial years in your upbringing? When I probably needed him the most, he turned his back. When I sent him cards, they sat unopened. Afew months ago he sent me a birthday card that blew me away, yet this Father's Day I couldn't bring myself to call him. I did make him a card though. He's likes hunting, so I drew a bighorn sheep on the front where it said, "To the leader of the Herd..." On the inside I drew a little black sheep that said, "Happy Father's Day from..." I hope he checked the mail today so he knows I atleast thought of him.

ah how cute!!!
(laughing histericALLY)

BROKENDOLL
06-16-2008, 11:00 PM
wheelbarrow her ass? oh shit thats hilarious. What's that move look like?
http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x86/nellysluv/kamasutra_wheelbarrow.gif

BROKENDOLL
06-16-2008, 11:01 PM
ah how cute!!!
(laughing histericALLY) Hopefully he sees the humor in it as well...

leo01g
06-16-2008, 11:02 PM
thats a pretty hard move unless you have a hard bullet

leo01g
06-16-2008, 11:03 PM
Hopefully he sees the humor in it as well...

Im joking Brokendoll
Its just that i wouldnt post stuff like that

leo01g
06-16-2008, 11:07 PM
What? It's her husband. Just because her husband is also her father is no reason to judge.

Oh shit she was talking about her husband

BROKENDOLL
06-16-2008, 11:11 PM
Im joking Brokendoll
Its just that i wouldnt post stuff like that Why? Like I haven't already been judged for shit that wasn't true? Helloooo!

leo01g
06-16-2008, 11:16 PM
So you do know your dad?

BROKENDOLL
06-16-2008, 11:32 PM
I hate this thread, for reason you may or may not be aware of. Dad?

woogie846
06-16-2008, 11:32 PM
Me and my dad watched the NBA Finals for Father's Day.

leo01g
06-16-2008, 11:38 PM
Give me 20 minutes after I rail so alprozam and lorazepam, I stopped drinking(long story) so its the closest I've got.

Oh and on a side note, I got those xanax randy, well by the time they get to you I will only have the 1 mg's blues but good enough, or you could have some of my 2 mg ativans.... just pm/email.

cool but i was talking to BD since she bitched about hers

algunz
06-18-2008, 07:25 AM
Did you at least blow him, for fuck's sake?

Yes, I just finished. It's been a long couple of days.

Stefinitely Maybe
06-18-2008, 07:32 AM
My father was somewhat renowned in our little part of the world for the newspaper ads he ran for his law practice. If you've ever taken a good look at what lawyers' ads usually consist of, you'd understand his frustrations with the standard. Every one has a headshot of the man in question trying to look serious and responsible, and features phrases like "NO FEE WITHOUT RECOVERY" and "FREE CONSULTATION." None of them really give you any idea of what kind of man you're going to be dealing with, no distinctive qualities, aside from the picture, of course. Dad decided he would go a different route. He ran print ads, no picture whatsoever, starting small with only a few short paragraphs, and progressively turning into rather long stories, all of which were cleverly amusing, and all of which related some funny anecdote he had to the general populace's occasional need for certain qualities in their legal representatives, which, of course, he possessed in spades.

The last thing he ever put into the paper though was not an ad - it was a completely un-business related short story about his own father. It is, in my opinion, quite beautiful. I hope you'll all enjoy it, but particularly I'd imagine those of you whose Pops are no longer around will appreciate it:

My Old Man

My old man was a flawed and difficult person. When I was a kid I was constantly angry with him, even to the point of wishing that something would happen to prevent his coming home at night.

I awoke one day when I was 20 to find that the fury I had felt toward him most of my life had simply vanished, without, so far as I could tell, any real change having occurred in him. I worked on a dredge with him that summer, and we had fun together. That pleasant time was followed, for me, by military service, college, marriage, law school, and then a sojourn in California; but I continued to see him at intervals, and our relationship was a source of pleasure to me even though I did not understand what had transformed it.

He died without warning on October 3, 1975, when I was 32. The pain of his unannounced evaporation from my world eventually eased, but from time to time I continued to puzzle over the fact that my feelings about him had changed so dramatically a dozen years earlier: why?

The answer was revealed to me a decade after his death. I had wakened in the middle of the night and had tuned in a television documentary about a group of tribespeople in some ancient outback desert. The focus of the piece was upon a tribal elder who had enlisted his entire village—literally every man, woman, and child—to help him move a great boulder some two miles to the resting place of his long-dead father, there to serve as a monument to him. This vast undertaking, accomplished by brute force and the use of tree trunks as makeshift rollers, had consumed an entire week, and during that time the elder had provided daily food, drink, and entertainment for the villagers — at a cost, it was explained, of every last thing he possessed.

These primitive people spoke a language comprised of clicks and twitters. Through an interpreter, the documentary maker suggested to the elder that he must have had an exceptionally close and loving relationship with his father, to have expended at one stroke his entire life's wealth in order to create this memorial to him.

"Not really," came the clicked and twittered response. "My father was a pig-headed bully, and we never got along at all."

Why then, asked the filmmaker, had the elder made such a huge sacrifice in tribute to a man he did not care for? The ageing son smiled a toothless smile and answered unhesitatingly: "My father gave me my hands and feet."

There it was. With a little help from my mother (still going strong today at 86, bless her soul) my old man had given me my hands and feet. He had given me more than that, in fact: had given me life, to be sure, but had also fed me, sheltered me, clothed me, protected me, and, yes, loved me. While I had prayed for his destruction he had given me Christmases, whether he could afford them or not. What had happened to me when I was 20, without my really being conscious of it, was that all of this had suddenly registered on my developing post-adolescent mind, and I had become... grateful.

He could, I suppose, have been a better father, but he was good enough. His name was William H. Mills. He has been gone for 25 years, and I miss him.

Stefinitely Maybe
06-18-2008, 07:36 AM
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes
I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards
And the sting in my eyes
That you then inflicted
Was par for the course just as when you were living.

It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
But a donor of seeds to a poor single mother
That would raise us alone, we never saw the money
That went down your throat, through the hole in your belly.

Thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner
At the catholic church the servers wore crosses
To shield from the sufferance plauging the others.

Styrofoam plates, cafateria tables
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
And i'm thinking of you. I do every year
When we count all our blessings
And wonder what we're doing here.

You're a disgrace to the concept of family
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
And i'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet,
You can deck out a lie in a suit but i won't buy it.

I won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace
Using five dollar words while praising his integrity
And just cause he's gone it doesn't change the fact
He was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death.

chairmenmeow47
06-18-2008, 10:14 AM
My father was somewhat renowned in our little part of the world for the newspaper ads he ran for his law practice....

He could, I suppose, have been a better father, but he was good enough. His name was William H. Mills. He has been gone for 25 years, and I miss him.


what the...


anyways, i had an awesome father's day. i see my dad every weekend because he works on weekends a second job at ASU near my place to pay for his schooling. he got his bachelors and now he's working on his master's.

we tried to hit up a blues night, but they had a freaking country singer, so we went to a BBQ place that usually played the blues instead. they didn't have a live band, but they at least had the blues going in the bar so we sat there. then we saw the happening. just hanging out and doing anything with my dad is awesome though, we're thick as thieves.

i got him a bunch of goodies from home depot, and then put them in a "pirates of the caribbean" bag since that's our favourite ride at disneyland. the bag was cool cause it looked like a treasure chest and had a top that closed over.

one of the home depot gadgets i got him was a faux letherman type tool that closed up into the shape of a HAMMAR! the best part, when he opened it, he just laughed. he had thought it was just as cool as i did, when he bought it for his brother last christmas. he had wanted one for himself too, so i guess i did a good job :)

http://ivy.aholic.us/gallery/d/650828-1/0615081528.jpg?g2_GALLERYSID=8ea49470942a21b8104db 1586b0a0251

http://ivy.aholic.us/gallery/d/650830-1/0615081528a.jpg?g2_GALLERYSID=8ea49470942a21b8104d b1586b0a0251

RotationSlimWang
06-18-2008, 10:16 AM
Very funny, Stef. Prickface.

algunz
06-18-2008, 10:18 AM
That hammer thing is super cool.

Young blood
06-18-2008, 10:18 AM
stefs dad sounds like a fascist that hated the USA.

algunz
06-18-2008, 10:19 AM
Very funny, Stef. Prickface.

I wasn't sure if this was an allusion to you, Randy. I thought it was odd that there were so many prolific, lawyer fathers out there.

RotationSlimWang
06-18-2008, 10:22 AM
Lawyers do a lot of fucking.

algunz
06-18-2008, 10:45 AM
I wasn't thinking in reference to offspring, but the above statement certainly rings with truth.

chairmenmeow47
06-18-2008, 11:47 AM
That hammer thing is super cool.

SERIOUSLY!!!

and i suddenly want to be a lawyer...