My father got into a barfight, and out of self defense he lunged forward and bite part of the attackers nose off. The only thing which saved him from having charges[even though he fought out of self defense] being brought against him was a simple fact he was being shipped out for Airforce bootcamp a week later.
My mum and dad are race drivers. one day my dad entered a 4WD dirt track circuit race with his Ferrari. this race was in a pretty bogan part of Australia, so naturally he got hated for having a Ferrari. The worst part is that my parents left me with my brother (I was 5 he was 8) [U]Unsupervised[/U] in the grand stand with many bogans. It was a scary and hot day.
why did he do dirt with a ferrari?
[QUOTE=ButtsexV3;33036392]why did he do dirt with a ferrari?[/QUOTE]
I have no idea... not even my mum knew why. I think he regretted it though because the paint got scratched and the air intakes got caked with dirt. instead of repainting it immediately (this is where it gets kinda weird) He got my uncle to paint psychedelic flames on it. 2 years later he wants to sell it and realizes it needs a proper paint job. he sold it early last year.
[QUOTE=The Decoy;33036376]My mum and dad are race drivers. one day my dad entered a 4WD dirt track circuit race with his Ferrari. this race was in a pretty bogan part of Australia, so naturally he got hated for having a Ferrari. The worst part is that my parents left me with my brother (I was 5 he was 8) [U]Unsupervised[/U] in the grand stand with many bogans. It was a scary and hot day.[/QUOTE]
Like Buttsex said, why? it makes no sense, I think I would hate him there for being silly enough to try to use a ferrari on a dirt track.
I don't think they hated him for having a ferrari, but because he was driving a ferrari on dirt.
Only recently found out my grandfather wrote a book on steam shovels, fully published and everything. Was a pretty interesting read from an engineering and mechanical standpoint.
Not much really, My dad once crashed his car and rolled it 5 times when he was 21 and only broke his collarbone.
My father : Grew up the youngest out his family. his father died when he was young at around 4 and my uncle was his mothers favorite. This made my father look for hobbies to keep his mind off his "Eh" home life, so he picked up a guitar and started strumming. During high school he fell in as the friendly guy every one knew, so friendly the local chapter of hell's angels actually use to chat with him and where on good terms with him. Years later he is in a band named "blood-rock" who opened for people like rush and black Sabbath. He eventually left due to all of them getting hooked on coke or meth. After that started working as an usher for a theater in Toronto trying to pay his rent bills after he left due to having no income, and started working up the ranks. He now does managing and back of house production of opera/concert theaters in Canada. I really look up to my father at times.
My great-grandpa was a Soviet Tank Crew member during WWII,He was forced to service in 1939. He was a carpenter from 15.08.1938 to 09.11.1939, then he was sent to a training camp. In 1th October 1941 he was sent to a Gulag to work in Russia, since the Soviets thought that Estonians, Latvians, Lithuanians and Poles were unreliable.
In 7.November, all the estonians were returned to duty.
He was in the war until it ended, and my grandmother has a picture of him beside his tank.
If I can find the thing, I will put it up.
[QUOTE=pie_is_good;32443172]My dad was gonna to go an XTC concert but they cancelled because the singer had a cold.
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Do grandparents count? Because my grandpa once threw a guy through a window in a bar. He's Irish btw.[/QUOTE]
Reminds me of my dad. When he was about 8 or 9, his neighbors had a kid that was around his age, and the kid pushed my dad off his bike and ran inside and mocked him through the window thinking my dad wouldn't do anything. My dad then punched this kid in the face [i]through[/i] the glass window. He cut his hand up pretty bad but got payback. :v:
I have a ton of interesting stories about my parents, especially my dad.
My dad and aunt were given tickets for a King Crimson concert from the venue, but they had to hand out flyers for the concert to random people in return. Turns out that my aunt ended up giving a flyer to Robert Fripp. :v:
You know those soft things that go on the bottom of chairs to stop the noise when they move? Apparently my great grandfather invented those, but for radios.
Yeah. What a hardcore motherfucker.
Mustard gas shell exploded next to my Great Grandfather in World War I. He went batshit insane and played chicken with the smoke.
My dad went to LA to visit hit brother and met Danny Carey on the way
When my dad was living in Sydney in the 80's his flatmate accidentally pissed off the pub down the road, and, foolishly, ran down the road [i]back to his house[/i]. So he had to fend off a horde of angry drunk Australians rampaging through his house breaking and stealing shit. In the end he scared them off with an air rifle.
I've got many many more when I can be bothered to remember them.
When my mom was six years old, she was in a head-on car accident. This was back before seat belts were a thing. Her head wound up under the front seat (she had been sitting in the back). Her neck was hyper-extended backwards. When one of my uncles first saw her immediately afterward, he thought she'd been decapitated. Her face was peeled down. She was in a coma for two weeks and the doctors thought she'd be a vegetable for the rest of her life. She recovered and went on to not only finish high-school, but became a registered nursing assistant. She has a metal plate that covers the entire top of her skull and a broad v-shaped scar on her forehead near her hair line.
She turned 66 last month.
The accident fucked up everyone in the car to some degree. Her father was crushed from the waist down and died a few years later. Grandma had split retinas and was legally blind afterward. She also lost all her teeth and needed dentures. My uncle came out with "only" a dislocated jaw.
Died of cancer.
[QUOTE=Spool;33085970]Died of cancer.[/QUOTE]
I'm sorry about that, but it does seem a little tasteless to post something like that in a thread
called "Interesting things your parents have experienced" especially when it's about your own parents
I would say you're just pissing around but then i'd risk upsetting you or something if you were actually serious... so yeah
My Dad has done loads of funny shit but I'd be here all night writing it out.
A personal highlight was when he was working at a military hospital as Physiotherapist and while returning from a night out with his mate a cow followed them into the building. They decided to put it in the lift and just left it there and went back to their rooms drunkenly forgetting about it.
Anyway, a few days later someone said, 'Did you hear about what happened to the head of humanities? He went to get the lift the other day and nearly got trampled by a cow!'
Pretty jokes
My grandfather held up jews in their basement to later smuggle them out of the country, he even got some sort of medal from the Dutch king who is dead now.
My grandpa once stole a dagger from the Nazis. Later had to file the swastika, though.
my grandma was a groupie for elvis
Got one from my grandfather, he was an MP in africa during ww2, one night he was pulling watch at some sort of depot with a soldier who had a bren gun. They see someone coming through the barb wire and my granddad gets ready to go out but the soldier whispers to him to wait, the guy coming through the wire gets closer and closer when suddenly the soldier fires the full mag in bren gun above the intruders head, then calls out 'halt [img]http://sandbox.yoyogames.com/extras/user/image/san2/100/377100/thumb/AWESOME_SMILEY_FACE_transparent.gif?1303343016[/img]!'
Apparently the poor guy actually shit himself
My granddad has the most amazing stories, He also ran away from the RAF, using a fake passport.
My dad was one of the boat people from Vietnam. He originally left with his aunt (my great aunt?) but they got seperated at some port. He ended up being in Indonesia and several other places. On the way to I believe Cambodia, his boat was attacked by pirates who took all of my dad's money. Then, these missionaries came and helped my dad off the pirate ship and allowed my dad to go to the USA. So my dad got to the West Coast and was in a foreign place by himself for some time.
My dad was almost killed in a drive-by in Brazil. He was there for a business meeting :v:
He was at a café, sitting outside with his colleague. Big car pulls up and starts shooting the shit out of everything.
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And my mother caught her room-mate tripping on acid or mushrooms (I don't remember). She thought the toilet was trying to eat her. :v:
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And my grandfather lied about his age (17) to get into the British Navy during the war
My dad grew up in the ghettos of Jacksonville, Florida. He was pretty much the only one there to go to college and get a degree. Also, one of his childhood friends only a few years ago got out of jail for murder.
So that's pretty interesting.
My mom when she was a teenager was at her friends house for a party with 4 other people and her friend's mom. As her friend's mom was coming into the house and sitting the grocery bags on the counter, she looked out the back door and saw a tornado was coming up their backyard. Very quickly, she got everyone into a closet at the center of the home since they did not have a basement. After a bit, they came out when they believed the coast was clear and to their shocking discovery, the pool in the backyard which was an in ground one, was completed ripped out by the tornado, but the rest of the house was only slightly damaged with some siding on the house missing. What makes this sound even crazier is that the path of the tornado seemed to end at their house after taking out three other houses and a chunk of a forest. My mom swears that was one of the most horrifying things in her life to experience.
My dad when he was in his late teens was hanging out with his friends and I am not sure what they were going to, but when my dad was driving, about 10-20ft in front of him, all he could see was a large flash of light for a split second. They pulled over and checked out where the light was at on the road and discovered they just witnessed a lightning strike right in front of them.
They also both met in the Navy.
My dad works at Rolls-Royce and tests lift fans used in the F-35.
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