Crunchy peanut butter
The crunchy bits in said disgusting condiment, according to my old man, were bits of crushed insect. As I grew up my dad was the font of all knowledge and knew everything about everything and would happily scribble down a diagram to fortify his answer to any question I would fire at him.

Thing is, instead of holding up his hands and saying 'I don't know' Dad will insert his own wisdom in to the mix, but he is so sure of himself and speaks with such authority on anything that people either believe him or decide not to challenge him.

I now know how to read him and try to steer conversations away from the mistruth, as the thought of someone 'outing' him is not a happy prospect. I wouldn't want him to lose the aura.

I believed his assertion about the peanut butter. I was ten. The bastard.
(mersault, Mon 29 Nov 2010, 16:47, 3 replies)

Feel my pain
Both my mum and dad are scientists. I've seen them bullshit their peers.

Still - great for learning interview technique and what to do when someone tries to call you out.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 29 Nov 2010, 16:57, closed)

I have a friend like that.
I moved back to the UK after a few years away and proceeded to call him out on everything he proclaimed in the pub one night. "Fuck," he said, "I forgot you knew me".

Also, slightly unrelated I get the opposite with my mum. If I don't know something then she thinks she just hasn't explained it clearly enough so has another go. Drives me mad...
( Jimbuktu See? Right here, Mon 29 Nov 2010, 21:34, closed)

My boyfriend's dad
"Giant elks were 25 FEET TALL! And dire wolves were 11 FEET LONG!!"

No. They weren't. But from the look on his face, you'd think God himself had told him so.
(AlfishKK, Tue 30 Nov 2010, 3:38, closed)