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Ah, silly wikipedia. My siblings and I enjoy much lulz because of this finding.
[q]Who is your daddy, and what does he do?[/q]
ed note: that's not the way my dad spells his name, nor is it his name in any phonetic approximation.
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Ah, silly wikipedia. My siblings and I enjoy much lulz because of this finding.
[q]Who is your daddy, and what does he do?[/q]
ed note: that's not the way my dad spells his name, nor is it his name in any phonetic approximation.
your papa fences? did he ever try to teach you fencing? fencing is pretty hardcore man.
Yeah I learned fencing. My dad's teaching it now bc of a tennis accident involving his Achilles tendon (ouch)
I've always wanted to Fence :D
My daddy is a beef cow farmer/electician. He used to have dairy cows but that don't make no monies no more! because you know why would you change the regulations of milk sales? they've worked fine since the 30's!
Those idiots who determine whether they'll buy from you keep changing things, which cost money. And you're in debt anyway from the start. So you'll never make profit.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bert
Farmers should just sell their land to house developers and the country can starve to death.
My dad works at Carls Jr.
You all have cooler dads than me. :(
My dad paints houses.
My dad does flooring. He installed the hard wood in our house. :D
well the way the determine milk prices is how far you are form Wisconsin. which in the 1930's made sense because that's wher the majority of milk came from and shipping was way different then. But why they still use that method now makes no sense to me. it has almost completely shut down Vermonts dairy industry. My dad alwasy said "yeah I can make $100,000 a year but, it'll cost me $200,000 to make it"Quote:
Originally Posted by PeegeeThose idiots who determine whether they'll buy from you keep changing things, which cost money. And you're in debt anyway from the start. So you'll never make profit.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bert
Farmers should just sell their land to house developers and the country can starve to death.
My dad is a lawyer. My dad is Raistlin!
My dad is a secret agent.
My father died when I was young. I think he was in the CIA or something. As like a secretary xD
Go wash your mouth out with soap young man! Right this bloody instance! I'll not have you saying such filth within these walls!Quote:
Originally Posted by Laddy
My dad died when I was 3 years old. When he was alive he did a fair few jobs:
He was a mechanic in the merchant navy, apparently he could repair anything from ships to tanks to cars which led to his next job on leaving the navy...
He was a mechanic, because of his career with cars my dad drove a lot of awesome things, he had 2 Jaguar E-types over the years. In fact he got rid of a very nice Toyota Celica back in the 80s because he had 2 young children (myself and my sister) whom he wanted to protect so he got an ugly gold coloured range rover. I still to this day remember being a little kid in the back of that thing, I also remember my uncle's similar range rover (it was the same but black) this is why having an eidetic memory is so awesome, not many people remember a man who died when they were only 3 years old well but I have a few memories, one involved this range rover and a bridge on a hill my dad used to drive out of his way to take us over because it made us laugh as it generated a butterflies in your belly sensation. I also know where my love of cars and bikes comes from, it comes from him I still cherish watching great drivers like Senna, Mansell etc on a sunday afternoon on my dad's knee, he'd lean me in to corners making noises like a F1 car, I loved it.
He managed off licences, he was well respected in his company and always got the better stores in an area. The last off licence he ran was the one on the corner of Granville Road in North Finchley, this was my childhood home and it's from the bedroom window on the side of the house that I used to blow raspberries and pull faces at Margret Thatcher as she entered the Conservative offices across the road (Finchley was after all her own constituency) little did I know that there was a police sniper laying 6ft to my right prone on the roof looking at the scene below ready to fire at any threats.
I don't remember my dad's death, my mom sent myself and my sister to live with my auntie and uncle in the west midlands (Dudley to be precise, well Sandwell is more accurate but Dudley was the local shopping area) when he took ill. In a way I'm glad she did. Given my eidetic memory which no one really realized I had until I was around 17 I would possibly have remembered him being ill and I don't want to. I like the fact that my memories whilst not the sharpest things in my mind are of him strong and healthy.
My daddy is the general manager of a natural gas pipeline company. He works on multimillion dollar bids o.o Wait, did I do this wrong? My daddy likes to shoot things?
My dad died in '04. He worked in logistics for the Government in the Department of State.