Funny stories from when you were little.

I was about 8 when i decided to take my dads lawnmower engine apart to see how it worked. I put it all back together right, but it wouldn't run. So my dad took it into the lawn and garden shop by our house. It took the people there weeks to figure out why it wouldn't run.. ended up being i forgot to put the head gasket back on :lol: They told my dad it was missing and i remember him arguing with them that he'd never taken it apart..i never fessed up to it :roll:
 
I forged my dads signature on almost 3 months worth of weekly progress reports in my algebra class in 9th grade which I was getting D's and F's in. One day some of my friends exclaimed to me that they had seen my dad talking to my math teacher.... I was like NO not my dad, he's to busy to come up to the school. YUPP sure as shit he was there because I went to class and the teacher was like "Me and your dad had a very intresting conversation today" as he held alllllll my forged progress reports.
Each period after that class seemed to fly, like time was not on my side, it was inevitable, the bus ride home seemed faster then usual.....needless to say I got my ass handed to me by my dads thick ass leather belt that night and I pretty much cried my ass to sleep, plotting on my math teacher on the many ways I could get him fired. Long story short by the end of the semester I had raised my avg. to a B+ in the class and I got a A- on the semester exam. Last time my dad ever beat my ass too!
 
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my family has owned a machine shop all my life so i literally pretty much grew up there. well the story goes that when i was around a little under a year old i would try to catch ants on the floor of my grandpas office of his machine shop while my grandma answered phones and babysat me so my mom could work ,but i had chubby baby fingers and couldnt catch them on the hard floor and would stick my tongue out and touch it to the ground, catch the ants on it and pick them off and play with them. when i was around 2 or 3 one of my grandpas employees would give me crackers, candy whatever and teach me key little sentances like " back to work bums" "why do i pay you?" and "break time over ladies" . i used to like making stuff when i was a kid and many of my creations involved "jet " glue , "zip-kicker" and my dads big craftsman tool set lol, many of his tools became perminant fixtures or just turned up missing..........my kids will never be allowed to play unattended in the basement or garage or where ever i keep any of my stuff..........ever lol
 
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