My dad accidently one Judas Preist and Megadeath tickets. Called the station one time requesting a JP song, turns out he won a call-in.
My paternal grandfather was in WW2, lied about his age at 17 and joined up. He went in the Navy and was on the U.S.S. New Mexico. I don't know his main job, but the New Mexico was a support ship, essentially. He and the New Mexico were going over to save a ship that had recently been torpedoed. My grandfather said he could tell all the men on the opposite ship were Yankees (as in, they came from the Northern states) because none of them could swim. All of them were screaming and crying about it. He later said they sure as hell learned to swim when the oil in the water caught fire and the sharks began circling them.
Uh...he also helped pull the Charlotte Motor Speedway out of critical debt and made it what it is today. He also claimed that while Elvis was filming Speedway at the Charlotte Motor Speedway, he was gonna go sell Elvis two of his shotguns, because he knew Elvis was a collector. So out my grandfather goes (he worked as the bill-payer at the Speedway) to Elvis' trailer. Elvis' "Memphis Mafia" (his body guards) met him at the door, as my grandfather opened his car door with two shotguns in either hand. They all sorted it out and one of the Mafia told my grandfather Elvis had two warehouses full of his gun collection.
[sp]They wouldn't let him sell the shotguns[/sp]
my dad was in the Falklands war
these are his medals
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My friend's dad partied with ZZ Top, and then they left him with the bill.
my uncle has a bunch of great stories about the sino-vietnamese war... oh well
[QUOTE=Tosas;32542560]My father got his wrists slashed by russian mafia.
Almost died. I wouldnt exist if he did.[/QUOTE]
what did he do to have the russian mafia on his ass o_O
My mom saw the Ramones at a bar in Boston
My dad ran away from his cousins (he was being forced to babysit) whilst on holiday in Spain. He hitchhiked for a while before getting to stay with the british ambassador for a day. Now he goes to gigs every night.
Upon reading this, I realise that my parents have never told me stories about their life.
Oh well.
my dad went to a game where the chicago bulls won da championship. nigga got a jersey from mascot kept it and gave it to me.
My grandfather rewired his gas meter so it ran backwards. He got credit from the gas company and never had to pay a cent.
He also found a plug in point just in front of the electric meter so he completely bypassed that one.
my parents had sex
more interesting than anything i've done
My Dad grew up poor in the Chicago Italian neighborhood, Taylor Street. He worked very hard his whole life and is now a good lawyer. I like living in a non-diverse neighborhood.
My Dad got his nose cut off at McDonald's bakery.
my grandfather (dad's side) was told by his parents, at age 12, to leave china when communism was starting to take hold. i really wish he were alive right now to tell me how he got from china to malaysia. the only reason why i know this is because my dad keeps telling me how much my grandfather had it harder.
My father was a nuclear physicist in the soviet union, and my mother worked as a programmer for missile defence systems.
My grandfather rose from being a boy from a remote village to the CEO of two companies. One was a fake company with an almost identical name he used to trick the Russian mob when they came asking for tribute, by saying he has nothing to give them and showing them the records of the fake company which generated little to no income, while the real company was at work raking in tons of money. He at one point had his own room in the Soviet white house (It was a crappy office below a staircase but still) as he was the director of construction. When the soviet union collapsed and he was allowed to expand the property on one of the lots that he owned in a nearby village, instead of removing the old house and building a larger one overtop, he built a massive castle house beside it, and used the old house as a shed for tools. The old house is about the size of your standard american family's suburban home.
My great grandfather was a world war two sapper, defusing land-mines, and post-war became the head director of the electric power and distribution of all of Kazakhstan, managing factories and thousands of employees.
My great great grandfather was a one-eyed hussar in the Russian revolution and world war one.
My Uncle got damn near a perfect score on the SAT, but decided to take a career in the Air Force instead, since his lifelong dream was to become an astronaut. Unfortunately, his height got in the way, and he was ruled out of pilot recruiting as he was over the maximum height. Instead, he turned his incredible intellect to technological developments, working on the Strategic Defense Initiative and other 'stuff' which he isn't at liberty to talk about.
Meanwhile, my dad went to NYU and played with several different punk/noise rock bands, which is where my musical talents come from I suppose.
My grandfather flew a DC-47 in the Berlin airlift, and has actually been working at his job nearly his entire adult life selling insurance, (he still hasn't retired) don't know much more to say than that.
My Great-Grandfather and his brother, in the aftermath of World War 2, decided to return to Byelorussia (Belarus now) to find any of our surviving family members and bring them back to New York. When they returned to where their native village had been, they found an empty field.
The Germans had wiped the town from existence. they couldn't find bodies, graves, evidence, nothing. When they returned back to the Bronx, they came alone.
my dad worked as a newspaper journalist in san francisco, during which at one point he got a call that something was going down
minutes later, he was taking cover behind a van whilst being shot at by an elvis impersonator with an ak-47
i can't make this shit up
Not my parents, but my great-uncle was a tail gunner on a B-17 during WWII.
Never learned what plane though.
one time my dad arrested the lead singer of Korn
My dad was the adviser and mentor to the Director of Afghanistan customs. He basically had a back seat to running Afghanistan customs and border security. He's been in meetings with Generals and Senators, among other high office people from both the US and Afghanistan. He has since been promoted. To what, I'm not exactly sure.
He's Retired, but he's one of those people that can't stand not working. He loves what he does and will probably do it until he is physically unable to. Right now he's 59 years old and spends his time either running around Afghanistan or working in Kabul.
[editline]6th October 2011[/editline]
Oh, he also checked Morgan Freeman when he went through US Customs in Calgary to film Unforgiven.
My dad worked at Krystals once. Got really good at flinging cheese squares around corners until he hit the manager in the face. He got fired later after taking an armload of suds and shoving it in the stove's ventilation pipe so it sprayed out the roof.
Once he was dicking around with a massive capacitor (like, size of a coke can massive) and he shorted it by accident. The resulting explosion released massive amounts of rotten-egg-ish stink and he ran out the back door of his room (room in the basement). Only issue with that was his parents AC wall-mount intake was... right above that door.
"MICHAEL NEAL, WHAT THE HELL"
Dad also tried microwaving a hardboiled egg. Went well until he went to cut it. Damn thing detonated as soon as the knife hit the yolk.
Ah...
Mom loved sending people endless faxes at work. Stick something in the fax machine and as its coming out the top, grab it and tape the top to the bottom. It will then scan endlessly and send it continuously until its interrupted.
Just found that my uncle was in the air corps for the British army in Belfast in the early 80's.
Sweet Jesus he must've been lucky, he's Protestant.
why are parents so much cooler than us :( and wtf why do so many of you have spies and shit in your families
[QUOTE=ButtsexV3;32649519]one time my dad arrested the lead singer of Korn[/QUOTE]
your dad really is a legend.
My dad sells drugs and has been in hiding for 5 years after somehow managing to break into our house and steal our fridge, stove, and dishwasher in a 3 hour period and scrap them for cash.
God bless him.
My dad was a swedish military air traffic controller during the cold war, and one day a russian submarine was beached on one the islands in an archipelago near where he worked. He sent in some helicopters to investigate, and they realised that the russian would not come out. My dad didn't sleep for three days straight as he was making phone calls with the navy and the government and the prime minister and everyone, trying to stop russia from getting into a war with sweden. Eventually, the entire swedish navy surrounded the submarine, and they came into contact with the russian navy who only wanted their sub back. Needless to say, the Russians got their submarine back and Sweden and Russia did not get into war.
Also, back when he was training in the air force he noticed a truck just sitting near the base for days on end. He realised that this could actually be a truck with russian surveillance equipment inside so he notified the authorities. They didn't believe him so the next day, he called up the authorities again to tell them thee had been an accident. He actually drove one of the planes past the truck, ripping it's side apart, revealing a shitton of russian surveillance equipment.
My dad is 64 and was in the swedish air force in his younger years, so he probably has a lot more stories than these.
My dad did some of the interior design work in the Sears/Wilis tower in Chicago. That's about it.
My Great(x2?) Grandfather was in WW1. He got hit by tons of shrapnel and had it all embedded in his back. My Great Uncle was in WW2 and got sniped shortly after the war ended while on a boat in the Pacific.
[QUOTE=FullStreak12;32596426]My dad accidently one Judas Preist and Megadeath tickets. Called the station one time requesting a JP song, turns out he won a call-in.[/QUOTE]
Tell me more about these bands "Megadeath" and Judas Preist", were they local? :v:
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