Family Feuds
Pooster tells us that a relative was once sent to the shops to buy an onion, while the rest of the family went on a daytrip while he was gone. Meanwhile, whole sections of our extended kin still haven't got over a wedding brawl fifteen years ago – tell us about families at war.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:24)
Pooster tells us that a relative was once sent to the shops to buy an onion, while the rest of the family went on a daytrip while he was gone. Meanwhile, whole sections of our extended kin still haven't got over a wedding brawl fifteen years ago – tell us about families at war.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:24)
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Caused a feud, didn't know, was quite proud of it when I found out.
OK so I went out with this girl for a few years and got along famously with her dad.
He was a bloke of the old school, smoked a pipe, sailed a boat, drank beers, had a beard, swore a lot but held the door for ladies etc etc.
He was also born in Germany, one of the ones whose family had the foresight to get the hell out of Dodge City when the Nazis came into power and started to turn the place into something they wanted no part of.
I, for various reasons, speak German (mate of my dad's taught me the swear words, then a few more phrases, then high school, then a few trips there) so we go along like a house on fire.
We would drink, take the boat out and nearly wreck it, burn the house down at barbecues, shout obscenities at each other and anyone else in German and generally have a ball.
When the relationship with his daughter ended (In Germany, funnily enough), I bade him farewell, shook his hand and absented myself from the family.
Fast forward about ten years and he died.
I didn't know until I ran into the ex and she let me know.
"You know he never forgave me for breaking up with you," she said.
"In fact he didn't speak to me for years. Only got back in touch when he knew he was dying and still wasn't happy."
What a fucking champion!
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 4:56, 3 replies)
OK so I went out with this girl for a few years and got along famously with her dad.
He was a bloke of the old school, smoked a pipe, sailed a boat, drank beers, had a beard, swore a lot but held the door for ladies etc etc.
He was also born in Germany, one of the ones whose family had the foresight to get the hell out of Dodge City when the Nazis came into power and started to turn the place into something they wanted no part of.
I, for various reasons, speak German (mate of my dad's taught me the swear words, then a few more phrases, then high school, then a few trips there) so we go along like a house on fire.
We would drink, take the boat out and nearly wreck it, burn the house down at barbecues, shout obscenities at each other and anyone else in German and generally have a ball.
When the relationship with his daughter ended (In Germany, funnily enough), I bade him farewell, shook his hand and absented myself from the family.
Fast forward about ten years and he died.
I didn't know until I ran into the ex and she let me know.
"You know he never forgave me for breaking up with you," she said.
"In fact he didn't speak to me for years. Only got back in touch when he knew he was dying and still wasn't happy."
What a fucking champion!
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 4:56, 3 replies)
Awesome right back at you!!
Ive just forwarded "when the horse is dead get off" to a friend in the middle of a bad breakup. Her reply: "best advice ever, thanks"
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 20:27, closed)
Ive just forwarded "when the horse is dead get off" to a friend in the middle of a bad breakup. Her reply: "best advice ever, thanks"
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 20:27, closed)
^^ this advice I love..
And "Owt's not better than nowt, me duck!" But that sounds better in a Leicester accent..
Click for OP as well, what an amazing man..
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 22:27, closed)
And "Owt's not better than nowt, me duck!" But that sounds better in a Leicester accent..
Click for OP as well, what an amazing man..
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 22:27, closed)
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