Dad stories
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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My Dad feels no pain....
I've got lots of tales about my Father injuring himself whilst doing DIY, but the best thing is his medical DIY.
My personal favorite was when he was chopping up a pigs leg (that he got cheap down the pub as I recall) so he was a tad tipsy, he was swinging and hacking at the leg trying to split it up when there was a clatter and an "oh bloodey hell"
The cleaver had slipped from his hand, missed the pork, missed the sideboard (we didnt have a fitted kitchen at the time and it was a fridge, cooker and a freestanding cupboard) and he was stood in a rapidly expanding pool of blood with the cleaver stuck in the top of his foot.....
Calmly he pulled the cleaver out and placed a tea towel on what I can only call a gaping wound..... picked up a roll of duct tape and wrapped it round his foot and continued to hack away at the pork.
He didnt limp, wince, cry or even blink at it....
( , Sat 27 Nov 2010, 22:13, Reply)
I've got lots of tales about my Father injuring himself whilst doing DIY, but the best thing is his medical DIY.
My personal favorite was when he was chopping up a pigs leg (that he got cheap down the pub as I recall) so he was a tad tipsy, he was swinging and hacking at the leg trying to split it up when there was a clatter and an "oh bloodey hell"
The cleaver had slipped from his hand, missed the pork, missed the sideboard (we didnt have a fitted kitchen at the time and it was a fridge, cooker and a freestanding cupboard) and he was stood in a rapidly expanding pool of blood with the cleaver stuck in the top of his foot.....
Calmly he pulled the cleaver out and placed a tea towel on what I can only call a gaping wound..... picked up a roll of duct tape and wrapped it round his foot and continued to hack away at the pork.
He didnt limp, wince, cry or even blink at it....
( , Sat 27 Nov 2010, 22:13, Reply)
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