Is Your DAD Or MOM A Badass?
 

Is your Dad or Mom a badass?

You know, like they are ex-marines or cops or street gang members who could bite chunks out of trees and spit toothpicks?

I mean real badasses like they were in a war and bit people's foreheads off and shit like that?

Just asking because I have so many people like this in my family I was wondering if I was alone.

family = prison gang?

I'm a bastard. I think my dad is a pussy, although I've never seen him

My mom is badass. He can beat up your dad.

he?

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh

She's hairier than your dad too and has more facial hair than I can possibly grow.

your not alone, I was raised in a family of bikers and 1%'s..my dad was a feared man in our town..and alot of other towns at that. I couldnt get a date when I was in highschool to save my life...everyone was afraid of my father..so I had to sneak around with older guys that lived out of town..lol

My old man is crazy. He can't stand idiots, and he has a short fuse. Years ago, a truck driver ran him off the road. My dad had to do some defensive driving controlled spin to avoid crashing into a tree, and somehow managed to overtake the truck.. driving backwards, at which point he swerved out in front of it, making the truck driver stop.

Got out of his car, pulled open the truckie's door and proceeded to punch the truck driver in the face until he broke his hand and pretty much the truckie's entire face. And then he just drove off.

Or back when i was just a kid. Shit, i must have been about 5 years old. Back when we were still living in Botswana. Our house was beside a clearing just in front of a small creek. Me and my bro used to play in the clearing. One day, we go down there and there's this group of about 10 or so black guys with bats and machettes. I can't remember what they said exactly, but i started to cry my eyes out. My mom heard me and she came running outside. We had a 9 foot fence and she saw what was going on and one of the black guys said

"We're going to kill your children"

So my mom started screaming and trying to climb over the fence. My dad was already in the landrover with the butcher knife and driving full speed into the clearing at these fucks. I've never in my life seen a bunch of people run away so fast in my entire life. They got away, but not before my dad managed to kick the shit out of one of them.

My dad's a small guy. He's only about 5'9, but there's something about him. He's got this look in his eyes. You can just tell he's not the kind of guy you fuck with. I'm 6'4 and he still makes me feel nervous. haha.

shit sounds like my dad..

The day my dad moved me out of the house and in with my first love (i was 18)..my dad moves all my stuff in the house..he has the whole family in car (mom, two brothers and dog)..he gives me a kiss goodbye.. my boyfriend is scared shitless cause my dad won't even acknowledge his presence....dad gets in car.. pulls up to a redlight...gets pissed at the guy in front of him because he wont run the redlight like my dad wants..so dad gets out of the car, pulls out a sawed off shotgun..taps on the dudes window with it and tells him to fucking get out of his way..dude squeals off like a bat out of hell.... and there is my dad standing in the middle of the fucking intersection in Indiana, Pa with a fucking shotgun..people are freaking. My mom just sits in the car and my brothers are freaking out in the back seat. Dad finally gets in the car and drives the family home without saying a word. My little borthers had to call me when they got home to let me know what happened...all because daddys little girl was moving out.

that is just one of the great stories.. I could write a book on the shit I have seen my dad do.:1orglaugh

Does she run around the house naked too with her girlfriend? :1orglaugh :Graucho

all right, That 70's Show !! :thumbsup

LOL! Betty that sounds like ME!

My Dad was cool. People respected him cause he was very smart. Yet my mom on the other hand was feared by all on Earth.

Think of a Klingon Hippie.

She was tall and strong too. All my uncles and cousins on her side are like her. Range up to 7 ft tall and MEAN AS SHIT and there's millions of em' along the Eastern states. I mean MEAN.

Did I say MEAN?

My mother could walk into a police station and officers would dive out of the way. She could go to West Point Military Academy and Generals would flee for their lives. Just mean lean and strong as all heck. I get my physical strength from her side. I have to be careful sometimes or I could kill someone just shaking their hand.

On my dad's side the men are big too. Horrifyingly strong but nice as can be UNTIL you start some shit or interrupt them while they're eating.

You ain't never, ever seen more shit start when messin' with my dad and his clan whilst they're eating. Long history of fucking up armies and shit single handedly. I look at the family records over the past 200 + years and there's ALWAYS some guy on my dad's side of the family that tore up some shit and sent people fleeing.

I had a great great grandfather who was so damned mean he was the only person in U.S. history to have the federal government declare war on. Pissed him off so bad that after years of trying to get him they finally made him a U.S. Marshall.

It amazes me how these people in those days dealt with things. They could get shot and not die but get pissed off. Bears attack them and they bring back a rug.

Yet I'm the one they're all worried about cause they know when I get angry it's all heck breaks loose and I lose it.

Man, if I had daughters I would be a nightmare on Earth. No one would be able to date them. Betty, as bad as you Dad could be, be glad he cared enough to let guys know you and he weren't to be messed with.

Nope. She lives alone in the middle of nowhere. I have no idea if she's naked all day long or not, I'd rather not think about it :)

my dad is a pussy, nothing to be proud of. i am not a badass either.

I was 5 years old, Me and my father were coming home from school and this guy rides by and gives dad the finger for no reason. Dad just goes, yah, ok asshole and we keep going home.

We go home, go out to the store for whatever... same guy passed us again on another street... again flips dad off and calls a few curses to him, dad laughs... we continue to another store

Hour or so later we go into a bakery... guess who's behind the counter... same guy.... he pulls out a wide paddle that you use for making pizza's...

In one motion, Dad ( ex-combat marine in nam and ghetto warrior) whips a bike chain with a big ass padlock across the guys face hitting him in the jaw, guy falls to the floor, dad jumps over the counter and grabs guy...

Guy gets punched a few dozen times and face slammed into the floor, with that the guy tried to toss a tray of cookies at me to distract dad...

Dad gets the guy and slams his face onto a hot grill where they make cheeseteaks and guy is screaming for his life....after pulled his face away the guy gets dragged to a big walk in closet door and dad places his hands in there and slams the door. Guy had to have his hand broken....

Dad then picks up a knife and slams it into the counter thru the guys hand.... I get picked up by dad and we jet like crazy... had to cut home thru the woods near our house and told me not to tell a peep to mom. I remember walking all the side streets, cutting thru yards, etc.

I can remember it like it was yesterday, Never once in my life have I wondered if my father was able to defend the family and our house.

There are a few dozen other stories, but, this one stands out for being so vivid in my memory.

:1orglaugh

If you want an early grave, start telling my old man Irish jokes when he's downed a few whiskies. He gets a good laugh out of 'em when he's sober, but he gets really riled up when he's on the piss.

nope.. my mom was almost a nun and the closest to a badass my dad ever was being on a pro-hockey farm team...

me and my lil bro on the other hand are former marines and average 4 fights per month and .50 assault arrests per year :thumbsup

but i'm a cyber toughguy

my mom used to be back in the day. my dad was and still is. theres only a handful of bars that he can go to, hes been banned from the rest for fighting. hes a bad ass :glugglug

this is a very cool thread...is anyone hear NOT afraid of their dads?

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.

My old man was a boxer in the Marine Corps and a seriously violent alcoholic. He had 'love' tattooed on the knuckles of one hand and 'hate' tattooed on the knuckles of the other, he also had 'Mom' on his shoulder and the kids names under it along with the obligatory U.S.M.C.

He had a scar stretching from ear to ear and bisecting his mouth where someone tried to cut his throat in a bar from behind and missed. A mean, bitter drunk who it was best not to talk to at all if you could help it. You just stayed out of the way and tried not to provoke him.

This is a great thread!!! It's funny in my family I have three brothers..the older one is very strong minded.. but not a fighter. the two younger ones were loud mouths and ended up in Jail for half of their lives. My dad tell the boys to this day that I am the only one he would trust to back him up if ever come the day. I am the psycho in my family, my brothers used to introduce me as "this is my sister..piss her off and she will kick your ass"..I'm not a tall girl at all (5'2") but I have thrown down with grown men in front of all of them and they know I can handle my own and then some. They felt sorry for my hubby for marrying me..funny thing is..my hubby is the same way..his family felt sorry for me marrying him...we knicked named hubby "clocktower".

My mother is a ball buster... I remember hearing family stories of how my dad first met my mom... they found her smashing some chicks head onto the floor of a bar during a brawl....when mom and me go out on the town when I am visiting..the town hides..lol

yea, their dead badasses:glugglug

I'm not. I'd punch the cocksucker in the face multiple times if I ever was to meet him.

I've seen the webmaster pictures.

You guys don't look like you descended from bad-asses.

I think there's alot of lies in this thread!!

:)

wtf? this could be a movie.

I've never known a woman that can take a man's punch. Lucia Ryker got KTFO by a very mediocre fighter in a Muay Thai match in short order, and she's probably the toughest woman alive.

Women can't fight. Women that THINK they can fight get on my last nerve.

I'm in a lesbian-owned coffeeshop in Santa Rosa, Ca. 2 or 3 years ago, and these are the lumberjack shirt, mullet wearing lesbians, the kind that struts around giving guys the fish-eye, like they're about to kick their ass and have fem lesbians always talking about them like they're the toughest, most dangerous people in the world, you don't want to mess with them etc, really annoying from a guy's POV.

This 5 foot nothing homeless black guy is taking the sugar packets and eating them at the counter without buying coffee, and the dyke behind the bar comes swaggering out with a bad attitude telling him to move on homie, we don't feed bums and whatnot. Bad news for her is that this is the crazy kind of bum, and he immediately turns around and starts swinging. He hit her must have been about 15 times, she's in a ball on the floor crying for help and I'm looking around waiting for someone to step in and help her. Nothing. All the other bull dykes are screaming for some man to step in and take the bum out, by this time he's hit another dozen or so shots in the back and the head, and I start over there not because I want to, but because nobody else is and I don't want to see her get beat to death.

As soon as I get close the bum sees me coming and out the door he goes, the cops got him before he got out of the parking lot. It was a scary thing to watch, but also oddly satisfying because I have a feeling the dyke now knows beyond doubt that she's not a man, and all the swagger in the world won't help you once a man starts hitting you for real. For some reason, bull dykes really get irritate the shit out of me.

Shheeeeeeit! Dude don't EVER get around women in my family!!! They can range well over 6ft and hold most of the women's sports titles in the country. Military too! My mom used to toss around 6ft 200lb guys like they were loose neckties. She was 5' 9" and weighed a maximum of 125 lbs. Yet she was super strong.

I've seen women in my family knock out hard core criminals cold!

Both sides of the family. So don't tell me women can't fight! It all depends on the woman and her training. My aunts and great aunts were all the same. Tough as nails and would lock ass and trade shit with any man walking. Dudes learned early on not to mess with them. I'm the only one they won't fight. I'm the only one they fear because I have a very, very no bullshit attitude and would knock one of their asses out without breaking a sweat.

Oh your mom sounds cool as heck!

What a great way to meet the chick of your dreams, bashing another woman's head into a cement floor!

That ROCKS!

When it comes to defending their children, every moms and dads can be real pain in the neck and butt to everyone.

:1orglaugh he rocks!

my dad is a badass
he's not very big, but the shit he's lived through has made him a pure badass

in Vietnam, he was atunnel rat (they give you a flashlight, a knife, a gun and send you down in these tunnels that are really just sewer pipes

He was reported KIA twice (he somehow managed to jump out of a truck before a laaz rocket destroyed it (to this day he doesn't know what made him jump out of his truck. (these two KIA reports caused my grandmother a huge amount of stress...my dad still has them as souvenirs)

When he worked for US Steel in the iron ore mines in Atlantic City, Wyoming, his crew was unloading a truck with a bunch of huge pipes they used to move the sludge and a couple of the support bands snapped and his leg was broken in 4 places and he had to have pins inserted...after it healed, he took them out himself (as strong as he was, he was a pussy about doctors ;-))

When he was born, he had allergies to almost all synthetic fabrics, so my grandparents had to get rid of their drapes, carpeting and couches, chairs, etc. that had fabric on them. He had to have specially made clothing and had severe asthma. He wasn't expected to live past 2.

In 1979, he was involved in a hunting accident which led to him blowing 1/4 of his jaw off (he slipped going down and embankment and tried to push his gun away, but it got caught in the jacket and went off, came within about an inch of taking his whole head off) he fell down the hill and slid under the ice (this was winter time and river was covered with a thin layer of ice).

He managed to break out of the ice and in -10 weather, started walking into town, (his hands were numb and he couldn't open his truck to get inside (which turned out to be lucky, because he probably would have fell asleep and bled to death). The cold weather kept him from losing too much blood (he kept packing it with snow). A police car finally picked him up and when they did his pants were frozen to his legs. He was 10 miles out of town and had walked nearly 4 miles before they picked him up.

His body temp when they got him into the hospital was 89 degrees. They didn't even know if he'd survive the night. The doctors told him he was probably going to lose his toes, fingers, arts of his ear, nose and right hand due to extreme frostbite.

They had to do a treach (cut a hole in his throat) so he could breathe because they had to wire his jaw shut.

He managed to survive all that and ended up not losing any fingers, toes, etc. He got out of the hospital a full month before trhey expected him to and healed almost completely. To this day, he has a noticeable scar on his chin and a little droop on the side of the mouth. He has problems when the weather gets cold but instead of moving to a warmer climate, still lives in Wyoming where he can hunt and fish and live where he loves it.

I once saw him defend my mother from a man who was about half foot taller and 100 pounds heavier then he was. he broke the guys nose and cracked his shin bone. I was so proud of my dad that day.

To this day, he still hunts and fishes, but had to give up mountain climbing and major hiking because they recently had to fuse his spine (from all the injuries over the years).

He also did a stint as a boxer, and was set to go Golden Gloves before Vietnam. He tried to make a comeback in the late 80's but his surgically reconstructed jaw (they didn't have the kind of plastic surgery then they have now) couldn't handle it. Even though he was 3-0 in his comeback, he knew all it would take was one good shot to the jaw and it would be shattered.

He's a major badass...

I bar fight if need be.. whether you think women can fight or not doesnt mean shit to me boy..I have seen plenty of girls kick the shit out of guys with a psychotic vengence, the guys really never knew what the fuck hit them. I am one of those bitches.. I woudnt hesitate to grab the first thing heavy or lethal in my hands and bust heads with it.. its an instinct. Now if i were to punch a grown man with my fist and he knew it was coming.. i wouldnt do damage would I..nope..
The freaking doormen at the bar i worked at never defended me.. their excuse was "that bitch can take care of herself"..thanks guys.. i usually did...
I have taken punches by men..not full in the face.. but in the head and body..i've almost blacked out.. but pure survival skills kick in and you fight for your life at that point.

guys with your opinion work my last nerve.. i guess we are even motherfucker:1orglaugh

yeah, you and that tough chick in the coffee shop, you can take any man :1orglaugh

did I say I can take any man..gee, nope..sure dont see it anywhere in this thread..
how do you know what that lesbian was thinking..
did she step up and tell you she could take any man on.. for fucks sakes you always judge people by how they look to you?

Don't ever underestimate anyones strength or craziness , might be the last time you underestimate anything

:2 cents:

:2 cents:

chicks can't fight. Maybe the guys around you let you think you can to stop the hysterical noise, but you can't.

sorry.

HE probably can.

I'll give you an example.

My sister went to prison for robbing houses. She'd probably stab you in a second if you fucked with her, but if I gave her one shot in the noggin she'd be unconscious for a week. And she's tougher than you.

Why do you even want to fight anyways? You can't punch hard enough to hurt a man. Your center of gravity is different than a man's, you are physically incapable of generating that kind of power. Why is it so important to you to think that you can?

it's not the importance that I THINK i can..it's more like I have..

I dont like to fight..but I would be damned if I was going to get pushed around by some big ass bully. I worked in bars for 15 years.. many a time I have had to defend myself.. was I supposed to lay on the ground and cry. It's not in my instincts.. didnt I say further up in a post that I know my little fist wont cause any damage to a grown man.. Hurts to punch anyhows..beer bottles,. whiskey bottles, knives and guns make much better weapons .lol

why is it so important to you to judge me when you don''t even know me.. hell, you are saying your sister is tougher than me and you have never even met me..geesus..as I have said before, never underestimate anyone.

:glugglug

Sykkboy, your dad is a certified, bona fide BAD ASS! Sounds like one of my uncles! Nothin' could take him down. If he was a tunnel rat in 'Nam he'd probably know some of my cousins.

Hey, I have an idea. Hit me up with an email if you're still pals with your dad or hit me up on ICQ :)

yup, and to me, what really put him in the badass category is that he's not a big guy.
He's not some 6'4" 250 pound monster with a barbed wire tattoo on his arm.

my dad picks up male seniors from high school, brings them over to my house and fucks them.

does that make him bad?

it depends....do they want to be fucked? or are they there under the pretention of some friendly Playstation gaming mixed with a couple beers and stories of sex with hookers in the philippines?

My dad is a bad ass gansta motherfucker.

my dad used to be bad ass...he made it thru the vietnam war and brought me out of it!!

I don't like to fight but I do study martial arts so that I am aware and know how to react if I'm ever attacked or put in a position to defend myself.:)