NS'er with the coolest/most badass/most awesome parents?

you only just found out about your dad's past?

VinnieFyou only just found out about your dad's past?

Yeah pretty much. I knew bits and peices but we never really talked about it.

Dad- Mom died when 8, father never around. Dropped out of all sorts of schools including college. Lived literally off macaroni and cheese with my mom in some bad neighborhoods in Denver. Worked installing car stereos for years. Got a job with Sony, then Fuji Film, then Avid, to his current job where he makes over six figures a year, all without a college degree.

Mom- Terrible childhood (won't even go into it). Ran away from home blah blah blah. Qualified for Iron Man in Hawaii. Qualified for junior olympics in swimming. Very decorated tri-athlete. Nurse and PT for over 30 years. Now works for her boyfriends company (Mark Smith, U.S. Ski Team).

My dad was a ski bum in Vail for ten years. I wouldn't say bad ass but he can hold his own in the park so that's cool.

My dad is a certified badass. The stories hes told me are unreal. I may share a couple when not on mobile.

Nipples definitely has one of the most awesome dads.


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Dad's dad was a pastor in a small town (next to nothing income, survived off of donations), the butcher would give them a ton of meat from a cow once in a while so they could eat. My dad paid for all of his college through working in the taconite mines in northern Minnesota- and didn't get mesothelioma. Went to med school, paid that off in the next few years. Now I am a parasite surviving off of his paychecks. Hopefully I can pay for my college and get a good paying job so that my kid can be a parasite too. Tldr; murican dream

My dad moved to New Zealand after high school and spent about 1.5-2 years on a sail boat, sailing around the south Pacific and stopping at tons of the little tiny islands all over the place. Has some pretty good stories about sailing through hurricanes/typhoons and almost getting swept off the boat a few times.

My dad could beat up your dad

My parent kept a roof over my head, food in my stomach and instilled a strong work ethic and respect. That's as bad ass as you can get in my book.

dude my dad only has like 5 mil

SVmikeMy parent kept a roof over my head, food in my stomach and instilled a strong work ethic and respect. That's as bad ass as you can get in my book.

This. But my dad's also an aikido black belt, judo brown belt, and well versed in karate. Also trained in old school bad ass eastern european ass kicking. My dad might literally be able to beat up your dads. Then again he doesn't have a yacht..

regular-ass parents that do regular-ass shit. im cool with that, they've taught me all the good stuff, and I haven't been thrown in jail nor am I a massive fuck up, so they did their job, and continue to do so.



Mom grew up in one of the nicer neighborhoods of Detroit, Family was a part of the Yacht club, all that fun, rich, white people stuff. Shit was good until my grandpa pretty much said "to hell with you guys" and walked out on his wife and kids, I think to go pursue some younger tail, cant remember the full story, but she didn't talk to her dad for a good decade after that, with good reason. Moved around the Midwest, moved to St. Louis, then moved back to Detroit. One of my dad's friends from HS that was also friends with my mom introduced them to each other at a bar one night, and that was it.


Dad came from a true blue collar family. My grandpa was a marine, and worked in the metal business selling drill and tool bits to all the auto companies in the surrounding metro Detroit area. Dad was a total burnout in HS. Sold tons of weed, smoked tons of weed, rode snowmobiles/dirtbikes/anything with a motor that was fast, and slayed zipper lines at the local ski hill. hes the one that got us all pretty much stoked on skiing.

my dads family is full of pieces of shit, though. I haven't talked to any of them in a few years. Its truly awful what money does to people, even your own family members. My dad's siblings turned into horrible people when my grandpa passed away, and they were splitting up all the leftover money. they blew through it all, lied about it, and act like its all okay. its whatever, water under the bridge at this point, they're still stuck in that shithole of a state and we get to ski kick-ass mtns every year.

My dad made me so he's pretty much a complete boss

My dad was a nerd in highschool. He told me that he was always shoved into lockers and kids would punch him all the time.
One time a couple of guys held him over a stairwell by his ankles joking with each other if they should drop him.

It's always a really uncomfortable conversation

I'm pretty sure my lady friend's dad was a spy... he was born in Israel, moved to NYC when he was young and drove cabs, BLACKOUT IN KNOWN HISTORY, moved to Montreal, did Law at uOttawa, got married.

She's 22 and only found out this month he had a previous marriage somewhere in the blackout of known history. He literally never talks about anything he ever did outside of his current day to day in Ottawa to her or to anyone else.

Dad was raised a farm boy in Poland, raised under Soviet rule, joined the movement against the commies (big deal back then), eventually found and married my mom, came to america alone knowing 0 english and with $400. Mom came a couple years later


Not gonna get into details but its pretty fucking impressive considering where we are now and where he started. Doubt ill ever be half the man he is. Damn.

Phil-X-Dad was raised a farm boy in Poland, raised under Soviet rule, joined the movement against the commies (big deal back then), eventually found and married my mom, came to america alone knowing 0 english and with $400. Mom came a couple years later


Not gonna get into details but its pretty fucking impressive considering where we are now and where he started. Doubt ill ever be half the man he is. Damn.

Oh and currently traveling the world with my mom and seeing some of the coolest shit on earth

moms a vet who graduated summa cum laude, father is a leading biologist for NOAA and runs shit in the fish world. both are huge skiers and were big ski bums in college. other than that theyre pretty normal.

My dad left me as a kid, moved to North Carolina, spent four years in prison after being convicted for two bank robberies.

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My parents were both born in Moldova in Soviet Russia, and came to America in the early 80s with nothing but the clothes on their backs. At 16 (or 17) my dad wrote and sold a computer program, which paid for most of his college (Stanford) tuition. After that, they invested a lot of money in some memory chip which my dad's friend created, which ended up having insane returns. Apple now uses this memory chip in some of their products. They resided in Westport, Connecticut where we live a pretty luxurious life. Not a bad story of going from nothing to something.

My dad grew up in new jersey but moved to Las Vegas to play semi pro hockey. He met my mom at a casino ice rink. They then got married at halftime on the ice rink. They both had skates on and my dad stayed in his uniform. He taught me how to be the best skier on the mountain from a young age. He is 56 and still has a 450 dirtbike, a horse, and can ski fast af.

Dad grew up in Saskatchewan and learned to ski there, worked in Europe for a couple years, almost got hired as a currency trader in London but his visa expired. Now he's 53 and rips harder than me

saskskierMy dad moved to New Zealand after high school and spent about 1.5-2 years on a sail boat, sailing around the south Pacific and stopping at tons of the little tiny islands all over the place. Has some pretty good stories about sailing through hurricanes/typhoons and almost getting swept off the boat a few times.

Now THIS is a badass dad.

My dad grew up in South Africa playing for the National Rugby team. As per South Africa law at the time he had to go to war at the age of 18 or go Uni then war after it. He went to University of Cape town to study medicine. After that he went to the war for 2 years being a medic. He worked on a cruise ship for 4 years. He met my mom at the clinic as he was her doctor. My brother also grew up in SA. My parents and brother moved to Canada so that my brother did not have to join the army and the crime was bad at the time. They moved to Mackenzie, British Columbia, then had me. He can really hold his own in the park. Nothing better than cruising the park with my Dad.

Phil-X-Dad was raised a farm boy in Poland, raised under Soviet rule, joined the movement against the commies (big deal back then), eventually found and married my mom, came to america alone knowing 0 english and with $400. Mom came a couple years later


Not gonna get into details but its pretty fucking impressive considering where we are now and where he started. Doubt ill ever be half the man he is. Damn.

Somewhat relevant: My mom was a young girl in the Czech Republic in the 60s during the Prague Spring. Her family dipped in the middle of the night, ran past idling Soviet tanks in the streets, and snuck on a train west, eventually making it to a boat to the good ol USA.

She met my dad in vet school when they say alphabetically in anatomy class, and now she and my dad are vets together. The end.

My dad grew up in Bucks County ,PA , farm land pretty much. Was real into cars and motorcycles, always buying, selling, breaking, fixing. Went to tech school to be a diesel mechanic. Graduated tech school at 17 and put his Harley in the back of his El Camino and moved to Florida to be a diesel mechanic on Yachts. Has told me stories of his boss sending him down to the Bahamas and shit to work on boats and pretty much party. Missed the area he grew up and was tired of wrenching and smelling like diesel. He moved back home. Had a little motorcycle shop where he rebuilt motors ,etc. (pretty much sounded like a spot to hang with his buddies, kegerator all that.) He told me before he was married or had kids he would tear down and rebuild his bike every year (owned mostly all Harley's , some Triumphs too though) Got into construction for a big commercial company that his childhood friends' father owned. Eventually the friend went into business for himself and my dad stayed loyal to him for 35 years and they built it into a super reputable business in the area (mostly residential work). The friend passed away in 2008 and my dad took over the business and hasn't skipped a beat. Probably making 4x as much money as he did working for someone else. He worked his ass off everyday to put my sister and i both through college. And not only does all the estimates, etc but is out there everyday himself working (He just turned 60 this year). He truly thrives off it.

I've had the honor of working next to my dad on and off for about 5 years and have been learning the business so that one day when hes ready to step away I can carry it on in his name.

The man is true craftsman, father, leader and role model in every sense of the word. I know ill never been him but he makes me want to improve myself and be a better man everyday.