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Originally posted by QualityMpegs
this is a very cool thread...is anyone hear NOT afraid of their dads?
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Oh I was never afraid of my Dad, Mom or family even though they were not to be fucked with.
Reason being I was the psycho in the family and was totally cool til you started some shit with me and it was katie bar the door.
I was just like my Dad's brother. I would grab a gun in a heartbeat and a deadly shot at that. My uncle was FAMOUS for being a warrior. Korean War, cop in D.C. just simply badassed. Like their father and granddads and such. Shot over 8 times they tell me and still rolled on.
People left me alone and still do because once they set me off there ain't no stoppin'. It's rare, and takes a lot to piss me off because I learned long ago to control my temper.
I remember once one of my dad's cousins, a big bear of a man beat up 12 cops one night. It was legendary. Another time one of my uncles got pissed off and ripped one of those old fashioned cast iron tubs with the feet on them and beat 8 guys up with it. Those things weigh like 300lbs and he tore it out of the floor, threw it down the stairs, picked it up and went outside and started swinging.
Another cousin, was at a football party in high school. I'll never forget it because one of the other team's jocks started some shit and he went over to the guys volkswagon bus and beat it to death with his fists. I think he had to work two summers to pay it off or something.
All my cousins and uncles are cops, military types. Yet when you see where they grew up you know why. It cracks me up to listen to their stories. Especially the WWII and Nam stories.