...and what does he do?

I shall start.

My dad's name is Max. He is a good man. He raised five kids on a janitor's salary.

We were not rich, but we were far from poor.

He was/is always there when I needed him.

I felt like I could always count on him.

Today he is a "job coach" for people who have suffered major head trauma.

I love him dearly... my dad.



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My father's name is Takao. He came to the US back in the 70s (from Japan) and went to graduate school in Oregon while learning English at the same time.

He started working as a clerk in a bank and climbed his way to the top.

He is the American success story, no shit!

He finally got his citizenship 6 years ago or so the hard way, even though he could have gotten citizenship by marrying my mother.

He is a rad guy. I love him a lot. I got my calves and nose from him.

My Dad's name is Richard.

He's a history lecturer who's hoping 2 get some articles published on Nazi Germany.

He's a craft cockney and probably the cleverest person I know. Besides IceNine of cause.

I AM THE CREATION OF A THOUGHT I HAD...

My dad's name is Tommy.. He is one the most wonderful men i know. He worked 2 jobs for 10 years to raise 2 girls and make sure we had everything we needed and wanted. We both went to private school all our lives, and i got to go to college. He use to get up at 3:30am and not get home till almost midnight. I remember being little and hearing him come home really late from his second job.. then getting back up real early the next morning. He was the hardest worker i know. Nobody can compare to my dad.. I love him dearly!

00769BAD said:

I'm still lookin for my 'daddy'

don't really care how he makes his money as long as he makes lots of it!

He's a prick who makes promises he has no intentions of keeping. That's what he does best.

endorphin74 said:

Sounds like most. Hey you could be a Kennedy or a Bush :LOL:

SuperC said:

My dad is Ernest. He was the only child of my Hungarian grandparents to be born in this country. My grandparents and my father and uncles lived in Delray, Michigan (an Italian and Hungarian area) and one night in 1932, when he was walking home from work, my grandfather's appendix ruptured. He passed out in the snow and by the time someone found him he had contracted pneumonia and died a few days later. My father was five.
He spent the rest of his childhood going to school and working to help his family survive during the Great Depression. In his senior year of high school he was drafted by the army to serve in WWII. He was stationed in France and eventually ended up as a guard in the Nuremberg trials.
When he came home from the war he married my mother and they eventually had six kids (I'm the youngest) which he raised on a truckdriver's salary.
He'd work 12 hour days, six days a week, but always had time to spend with me when he came home.
My father had incredible integrity and was one of the most intelligent people I've known although he didn't get a formal education.
My parents were married for nearly 50 years when he passed away in 1997. I was 26.
I miss him every day and owe a lot of who I've become to him.

My dad is Arnold Schwarzanegger and he's a Kindergarten Cop.

applekisses said:

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my daddy's name is eddie, and he's 50 years old.

he's originally from bogalusa, louisiana (nope, he don't act bamma in the least )...he lived in chicago 4 a little bit before movin 2 des moines, iowa, in the late '70s and he met my mom...late 1980, i came 2 be.

when my mom passed away in '88 (i wuz 7), my father took up double-duty and played mom and dad, in a sense--couldn't really show me the ropes of womanhood and such, but he did take full responsibility of raisin me, and that rox.

we're super-close 2 this day...we've had the occasional father-daughter spats, but we're still super-tight, cuz we went through a lot while i wuz growin up.


i loves my daddy.

p.s. as 4 what my daddy does, he's been on disability 4 about a decade cuz of a spinal injury he got in a car accident (some creep rear-ended 'im)...before that he worked mostly hotel jobs, as a manager of some sort.....end o' edit!
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June7 said:

Awww...thanks June

AzureStar said:

yea, mine is an ass too... we need our own thread, azure

ConsciousContact said:

cborgman said:

reminds me of the fathers my nieces and siblings had (my two other siblings have different dads)...

My dad's name is Gary and he is 45 years old - he's my rock. His father (my Opa) immigrated from Germany to British Columbia during Hitler's reign... two of my great uncles were thrown into the ovens for insubordinance: one, Hans, leaked that he listened to BBC radio for recreation. He was thrown into a camp and they worked him till he got sick... when he was deemed useless, well, you know the deal. The other, Arnulf (much older), I haven't found out about yet. I just know my Opa was named after him and it's a soft spot fot him to talk about. Anyway, my Opa was in several jazz and blues bands in Vancouver (he plays the guitar, piano, and drums) and met my (Canadian) Grandmother there. My father was born in BC and they moved to California when he was six. Sorry about all that rambling.

My mother left us when I was six, so like Dansa, () my father had to be Mr. Mom as well. To keep our bungalow, he worked double shifts for years. I practically lived in daycare for a while. But I don't have any hard feelings. He's the hardest worker I know. He's been a truck driver for 20 years. In the past year he was named #1 in his terminal. He starts work at four in the morning and gets home around 6PM. Everyone that knows my father respects and loves him. He's handsome, buff, and knows the German and French languages. He's a killer guitar player and has a fantastic sense of humor. He has instilled music and morals inside of me that will never go away. Growing up, it was just me and him. I am an only child, now with six stepsiblings (three on each side). Three girls, three boys, and they all have different parents (longer story). He was a chef for many years, was a painter and sold real estate. He can fix anything around the house and is an artist as well. His backyard is beautiful- he built several ponds and even keeps bonzai trees and does great landscaping.

One of the most important things he taught me is that I can really do anything. From fixing a garage door, to changing tires and oil, paiting the house, electrical work, plumbing, etc - up to writing a good resume' and doing the right things in life. I don't need a man or anyone else to depend on things working... just me. Even now that I'm an adult and I realize no one is perfect, he's kinda superhuman to me. Like an angel. We can even communicate without speaking. We used to make comic strips together, jam together, ride bikes and hike, fish... he's the best friend I could ever have.

I am now back in touch with my mom and we work together. It's pretty comfortable. I am thankful of that, and I love her, but my dad owns my heart. He will always be the most important man in my life.

i should post the monologue from my one man show about my father, but it's a looong piece

AzureStar said:

My daddy's name was Tony. A musician who love to fuck with women.. And a good saxophone player.

How erotic.

I love older men, and my past boyfriends' fathers have always been rather more sexy than them themselves.

VelvetSplash said:

DAMN!!! I'M OLDER OR OLD AS MOST OF THE DADDIES IN HERE

AzureStar said:

my dad's name is chuck...he is an asshole..or shall i say was. i am 28 years old and for the first time in my life...i actually have a relationship with him. lol, i guess better late than never...right???!???

00769BAD said:

Just think of all of us orgers as your children.

INSATIABLE said:

That is beautiful!!!