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My old man and nostalgia

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After a few quiet beers tonight for some reason I became a little nostalgic and started thinking about the fun times I used to spend with the old man. And to be honest, I miss those days. I suspect my old man wasn't the convention father, but anyway I'll briefly regale 1 of the skills he thought might come handy when I was about 12 years old.

The old fella loved reading a broad sheet, particularly the Australian.

Moving on he decided I could help 1 weekend, so off to the workshop we went. The first ask I was given was rolling 1 sheet of the Australian around a length of 75mm PVC and then taping it to create a "tube/sausage". I'd fold the paper over at 1 end to seal it, then slide the tube off and start again.

The next step was to get Cordex and cut lengths slightly longer than the tubes I'd just created. I'd kink the Cordex in the middle and lower a piece into each tube I'd made, making sure that there was at least about 25-30mm extending outside the tube.

After this I'd get a bag of Nitro-pril, cut the top off and and about a litre of diesel. Then I'd have to mix it all up the bag. Nitro-pril resembles the fill out of a bean bag. I'd then pour the blended Nitro-pril into the sausages I'd made, until nearly full. The next step was to cut lengths of fuse and clamp a detonator onto the end. These we would tape onto the Cordex poking out of the top of the "sausage".

And now the fun part, we'd go out and blow shit up. And holy ****, as 12 year this was epic.

So anyway, do any of you have fun stories about the stuff you did as young fella with your father ..?
 
My Dad would find stuff on his way home.
Pallets of bricks, lumber, sheets of gyprock.

I swear he renovated our old house for about 10 bucks.

for years my brother and I though people just left this stuff laying around...
 
My Dad would find stuff on his way home.
Pallets of bricks, lumber, sheets of gyprock.

I swear he renovated our old house for about 10 bucks.

for years my brother and I though people just left this stuff laying around...
Funny isn't it, I didn't realise just how ****en loose my old man was until I was in my 30's (probably to self absorbed). Anyway, he finished up in hospital about 15 years ago after he took the first joint of his thumb off. He took the thumb with him, but they didn't sew it back on.

Anyway, my older sister only revealed why a couple of years ago to me. He had a choice between having dinner or going into surgery to have it sewn back on. Apparently he was hungry and chose dinner. Whenever I see him now I give him a thumbs and say "good onya mate"
 

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My Dad would find stuff on his way home.
Pallets of bricks, lumber, sheets of gyprock.

I swear he renovated our old house for about 10 bucks.

for years my brother and I though people just left this stuff laying around...
They DO just leave it laying around.
Admittedly its normally behind a locked gate...
 
Dad would occasionally get drunk, or not, and start raving and ranting at all of us for hours. It didn't make a lot of sense when I tried to focus on what he was mad about, so it was hard to avoid his wrath. We did our best to not be noticed by him, usually by cleaning or doing other busy work, but sometimes you would still be punched, or he would kick holes in the walls or break windows.

Good times.
 
Dad would occasionally get drunk, or not, and start raving and ranting at all of us for hours. It didn't make a lot of sense when I tried to focus on what he was mad about, so it was hard to avoid his wrath. We did our best to not be noticed by him, usually by cleaning or doing other busy work, but sometimes you would still be punched, or he would kick holes in the walls or break windows.

Good times.
Let that shit go, have a son and create some happy, loopy, memories
 
IMO only people with elite physiology and IQ should be breeding, and I don't quite make the cut.
Not sure where this is going ..

I do need ask if the problem is that you have no special friend at this point in time who'd love to create babies with you?
 
Not sure where this is going ..

I do need ask if the problem is that you have no special friend at this point in time who'd love to create babies with you?

There's no problem, I think the less life that exists the better. You only need about 100 people bred to be exceptional and maybe an AI to do all the number crunching. This would eliminate almost all human suffering.
 
There's no problem, I think the less life that exists the better. You only need about 100 people bred to be exceptional and maybe an AI to do all the number crunching. This would eliminate almost all human suffering.
Do you want to go and blow some shit up sometime? It lots of fun. Helps you stop thinking for a few minutes, hence a few minutes without suffering
 

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Wow that’s no good. How’d you let it get to that:D

We dated aggressively, went to dinner, art galleries, the aquarium and other stimulating places and capped off the night with torrid intercourse.
 
Ffs BF mods just ban me form this shit sub forum.
What a bunch of book clubbing loser this place has become.
Stop being such a miserable campaigner. You could join in and share a random story about something you did with you father, or maybe something random you did to your mother.

Surely it would be more entertaining than the "you're a dumb idiot" .. "no you are" posting that you generally engage in
 
Dad would occasionally get drunk, or not, and start raving and ranting at all of us for hours. It didn't make a lot of sense when I tried to focus on what he was mad about, so it was hard to avoid his wrath. We did our best to not be noticed by him, usually by cleaning or doing other busy work, but sometimes you would still be punched, or he would kick holes in the walls or break windows.

Good times.

Well yeah. But on the bright side he coached Hawfs to 4 Premierships...
 
Had a bit of a scare the other day. Apparently my mums side were tracing the family tree of my grandmother and it led them back to an aboriginal town in Perth. Everyone was worried for a moment and the energy of the whole ancestry thing instantly changed.

My dad was laughing and making fun of us for days. But it turned out to be a mistake and they came from somewhere in England.
 

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