Things your Dad used to say.

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2 ant get on her,..and one ant gonna hurt her...

dont care if your a pimp in a ***** house long as your good at it and enjoy your work...

**** in one hand and wish in the other, see witch one fills up first!!

be good to kids and old folks, old folks ant got that long,...and that kid might bring ya a glass of water when your old and thirsty!!

if ya go by your self, only leaves one person to tell the story!

if you cant impress them with brilliance,..baffle them with bullshit

keep on with that, youll be needing glass's

buy ya books,.. send ya to school,..what you do?? eat the teacher...

have your *** home by 11:30

treat a lady like a ho,..treat a ho like a lady...

never trust a friend with your car or woman,..thayll throw a rod in both of them!!

dad didnt raise me right, did best he could for a single parent long distance truck driver that was never home....lucky i survived and didnt end up a ward of the state!!
 
My Dad was a WWII vet, and could build, fix or make damn near anything. He had a great sense of humor, but when he was serious you'd better listen. He passed away in 1990, and I still miss him. He taught me so much. Here are a few of his more frequent sayings:

Plan your work, then work your plan.
As useless as a screen door in a submarine.
Big mouth don't make a big man.
Eat what your Mother cooked, or go hungry. It's your choice.
My house, my rules. Your want your own rules, move out. (I heard this when I was about 8. LOL)
This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.
More cheap made in Japan crap. I ain't buying it.
You are gonna make your Mother cry. (This one was reserved for when I did something really stupid. It worked.)
 
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Unlimbering his leather razor strap......

"This is gonna hurt me more than it does you, kid!"

HB
 
One time this POS teacher I had put me on the spot in front of the class. He had worked for the USFS in the summer, and knew my Gramps, who was a carpenter for the FS. He asked me "what did my Grampa always say?" **** I didn't know? "Coming apart from together." HELL I'd NEVER heard him say that!!! So I asked Dad, and Dad wasn't sure, and later asked "the man" himself. "He might have said that a few times." THANKS!!! teach!!! NOT!!!!
 
Dad was a big guy (WW2 Vet Guadal Canal/Fijis) nicknamed "Mac" and if you could figure what a Mac should look like that was him, Flat Top and all.. A very good to my Mom hard working family man but no nonsense and never hesitated to wear my always in trouble azz out with those thin belts he wore that he ordered off the back cover of American Legion magazine!

8 yrs old...Dad I want a Mini Bike........GET A JOB!

I don't like Brussel Sprouts........EAT EM or GO HUNGRY!

But the other kids were doing it.......IF THEY WERE JUMPING OFF the BROOKLYN BRIDGE WOULD YOU DO THAT TOO!

"CLOSE THAT DAMN DOOR, YOU THINK I"M PAYING TO HEAT THE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD!"

*****All time classic though that made Dad a legend with me and my friends.....We lived close to top of a street that a had a serious downhill grade to it, well me and my azzhole friends were always playing football, baseball, stickball or whatever in the street and the ball would always end up in the neighbor across the streets yard. Thing is he had this hedge of meticulously pruned Golden Arborvitae and rather than go around to retrieve the ball we would just jump thru the hedge ( I said we were azzholes) Anyway so one day the ball goes in the yard, we jump thru the hedge...but this time the neighbor (Al Boyarsky) grabs the ball (baseball in this case) and throws it down the street, which intersects with another downhill street and so on and ball eventually went down a sewer. So I tell Dad what happened when he gets home (Dad was already in a Foul Mood) He marches across the street and starts banging on the neighbors door and the neighbor sheepishly came out " BOYARSKY, NEXT TIME YOU THROW MY SON"S BALL DOWN THE STREET, YOU"LL BE CHASING YOUR OWN BALL"S DOWN THE STREET"

All the things my Dad had tried to instill in me finally started making sense when i was in my 30's and the light bulb finally turned on..God I Loved my Dad and Miss Him So Much...RIP DAD!

*Pic from the 80's with Dad later in Life, me fixing a table and that 69' Cuda I'm Un-Mothballing in another thread

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Any time my dad drove by someone getting pulled over by the cops, he would say, "Someone got the green weenie!". My sister and I would laugh every time...
 
Dad was a Marine, Korea. The one I heard the most when I was a kid...

"if you don't knock this **** off, you and I are going to be taking a 3 legged hike to the hospital to get my foot outta your ***".

He's been gone 20 years, miss him every day.
 
"Jesus H. Christ!" followed by other choice words. But that's the only swearing I ever heard from him. Never hit us or really severely disciplined us either.
"Don't take any wooden nickels"
"Go outside and get some exercise!"
Called me "Willie Lump-Lump" all the time (I was a fat kid).
"You've ruined that car!" (More than once... he didn't like "hot rodding").
"What's wrong with you, are you're arms screwed on backwards?"
"Go help your mother!"
"Go dig a hole in the woods and dump that used oil into it (antifreeze, trans fluid, gas...) it'll soak into the dirt and go back where it came from". LOL.
When I got in trouble at school: "So, Billy, what did you do in school today???"
Last thing he said to me when he died in 1986: "Love more."
 
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There was about a 2 week period as a kid...prolly 8 or 9 that anytime my dad say my brother or I he would slap us in back of the head...we would ask what that was for?? He would respond with....its for something I didnt catch ya doing...lol
 
Raised by my depression era grandfather...

"Don't take any wooden nickels"
"There's a <fill in the blank> in the woodpile"
"He doesn't know his a$$ from a hole in the ground"

Never really understood those at the time.

Me: "but Joey is doing it" Him: "if Joey cuts his arm off, will you?"
 
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