My Dad is Cool because...
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He's the guy that got me into computers and music so much, as well as being a funny guy with an almost strange love for disney and pixar type movies, I wouldn't be the same person without him.
Oh, and he downloads movies and tv shows by the bucketful...he has about 1tb's worth, so whenever I see him he usually burns me a few discs...if that isn't awesome then I don't know what is.
Oh, and he downloads movies and tv shows by the bucketful...he has about 1tb's worth, so whenever I see him he usually burns me a few discs...if that isn't awesome then I don't know what is.
My dad came from a poor background in Liverpool, his mother died when he was 11. He took up a number of part-time jobs, and got into university and became a Civil Engineer. He's just completed a job were he was head of design for the London Olympics. 
Oh, and hes apsolutly hopeless on the PS3. He will pick up and play on it when he has some free time, and me or my brothers have to guide him through it.
Oh, and hes apsolutly hopeless on the PS3. He will pick up and play on it when he has some free time, and me or my brothers have to guide him through it.
My dad is not cool. My dad is a drunkard and a child molester.
My mom, however, is a pretty cool lady.Seh fights aleins and doesnt afraid of anything.
She does a fuckbunch of stuff for people who have nothing, despite the fact that she can barely move because she is so ill.
And she does it all entirely without the help of others, because nobody else gives a damn.
My mom, however, is a pretty cool lady.
She does a fuckbunch of stuff for people who have nothing, despite the fact that she can barely move because she is so ill.
And she does it all entirely without the help of others, because nobody else gives a damn.
My dad is cool because i love him and he builds little planes boats and made me a miniture of my longbow for my sixteenth birthday. He used to be a scientist and knows computers like the back of his hand. He would also let me go to work with him (he works for a big company and fixes their computers) which would involve me carrying loads of wires about and making tea . I think i've seen about 90% of the Englands rubbish depots and chemical plants
. I think i've seen about 90% of the Englands rubbish depots and chemical plants 
He's pretty much made me what I am today and continues to teach and help me eventually get out there and do it up. I wouldn't have gotten into gaming, music, or even been born had it not been for him. And thankfully I'm more like him than my mom. But, she's great too in her own way. And like a lot of others have said, he knows a shit ton more about computers than I. Being the senior electronic warfare technician on several navy destroyers & frigates probably would be reason. And getting to go along on some cruises and find out that all he really did was sit around and play Warcraft 2 or Descent was entertaining in its own right.
My dad is a really funny person allways making me laugh and hes work is clock repairing (I forgot the name of the name of a person that repairs clocks) and that's totally awesome.
My dad is cool, because he doesn't judge and didn't restrict me needlessly.
When I way 15, he said to me one day, out of the blue, that if I ever wanted to get drunk before I was 18 he would go get a bottle of vodka from a liquor store and we'd drink it together. One the one condition that I promised not to go out and drink myself sensless on some back alley. He said he wished I'd wait, but that if I ever felt I didn't want to wait then he'd rather get the booze himself if it meant not worrying where I am and if I'm alright.
That day I promised him that. And waited for two years before drinking myself drunk, out of sheer respect for him.
When it was time for a summer party (I was 16) in a city nearby and I said I wanted to go, my parents thought about it for a while and in the end just said to give them a call if I needed a lift back, no matter what time it was. On the condition that I'd stay out of any intentional stupidity and called them anyways (to tell them I'm alright) if I didn't plan on coming home before sunrise.
I promised. And I did. Stayed the whole night. And nothing was said about it, later.
When I was 17 and finally got drunk (and boy was I drunk) at a home party my friend had nearby, I crawled my way back home, threw up in the bathroom and passed out. My parents had given me pretty much a carte blanché that night, assuming I came home that night (no time limit), no police would later come asking for me and I promised to stay away form any possible drugs.
Come morning, my mother wasn't exactly happy. Neither was father, but they didn't say anything about it. Dad took a look at my condition once I was up, went to talk with my mother for a while and then made a large, warm breakfast for me. Told me he was happy I'm alright if we discount the hangover, to eat my meal, take the day to get better and that we'd have a talk the following day when I wasn't feeling like horse dung.
The day after, father simply asked if I'd kept my promise about no drugs and no stupidity leading to involving cops. I said I did. He was happy with that. Mother asked if I had had fun time and learned anything from the experience. And if it had been worth it, now that I had recover. I did and I had and I was of two minds about the latter. As in, throwing up while drunk is not fun and I wasn't keen on doing that part again. She just gave a hug, said it was tough to ignore that 'wrap my son in styrofoam plastic bubble for protection' feeling and I was growing up way too fast. They both asked to be informed if I ever planned to get drunk again before I was 18. We agreed on that and the incident hasn't been spoken about since unless I first bring it up in a conversation.
Sometimes they are both too cool for words, but dad moreso than mother. I'm now 25 and hope to be half as good a parent when I do get kids of my own.
When I way 15, he said to me one day, out of the blue, that if I ever wanted to get drunk before I was 18 he would go get a bottle of vodka from a liquor store and we'd drink it together. One the one condition that I promised not to go out and drink myself sensless on some back alley. He said he wished I'd wait, but that if I ever felt I didn't want to wait then he'd rather get the booze himself if it meant not worrying where I am and if I'm alright.
That day I promised him that. And waited for two years before drinking myself drunk, out of sheer respect for him.
When it was time for a summer party (I was 16) in a city nearby and I said I wanted to go, my parents thought about it for a while and in the end just said to give them a call if I needed a lift back, no matter what time it was. On the condition that I'd stay out of any intentional stupidity and called them anyways (to tell them I'm alright) if I didn't plan on coming home before sunrise.
I promised. And I did. Stayed the whole night. And nothing was said about it, later.
When I was 17 and finally got drunk (and boy was I drunk) at a home party my friend had nearby, I crawled my way back home, threw up in the bathroom and passed out. My parents had given me pretty much a carte blanché that night, assuming I came home that night (no time limit), no police would later come asking for me and I promised to stay away form any possible drugs.
Come morning, my mother wasn't exactly happy. Neither was father, but they didn't say anything about it. Dad took a look at my condition once I was up, went to talk with my mother for a while and then made a large, warm breakfast for me. Told me he was happy I'm alright if we discount the hangover, to eat my meal, take the day to get better and that we'd have a talk the following day when I wasn't feeling like horse dung.
The day after, father simply asked if I'd kept my promise about no drugs and no stupidity leading to involving cops. I said I did. He was happy with that. Mother asked if I had had fun time and learned anything from the experience. And if it had been worth it, now that I had recover. I did and I had and I was of two minds about the latter. As in, throwing up while drunk is not fun and I wasn't keen on doing that part again. She just gave a hug, said it was tough to ignore that 'wrap my son in styrofoam plastic bubble for protection' feeling and I was growing up way too fast. They both asked to be informed if I ever planned to get drunk again before I was 18. We agreed on that and the incident hasn't been spoken about since unless I first bring it up in a conversation.
Sometimes they are both too cool for words, but dad moreso than mother. I'm now 25 and hope to be half as good a parent when I do get kids of my own.
Because he is my dad.
And I am extremely cool, so anyone blood-related to me has a liiiiittle bit of coolness in them.
And I am extremely cool, so anyone blood-related to me has a liiiiittle bit of coolness in them.
