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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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My mate's dad was a hairdresserAnd a body builder. My mate's mum was a tiny little pretty thing.
My mate and I would play in the garden, dig up worms to chase his sister with, build dens, and generaly just be a couple of young lads.
It was only during a recent trip down memory lane that I remembered that his dad, in the summer, was in the habit of wandering about in only a red thong, his bald head and shaved, oiled chest gleaming in the sun, as his paintbrush moustache twitched smug- and self-importantly.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 29 Nov 2010, 13:03,
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