An awesome Dad

**nudemetalz** · 26th August 2008, 10:49

Thought you may be interested in this.

Back in 1990 just before he passed away, my Dad was an avid collector of military assault rifles.
He had about 25 rifles including an M-16, an AK-47, a SLR and a G-3.

Anyway, him and Mum were invited to a fancy-dress party with her work.
He decided to go along as an Islamic terrorist.
He took along his AK-47 complete with its magazine.
People there thought it was a cool outift and weapon until they realised it was a real weapon and got a little upset with him.
“Don’t know what all of the fuss is about, they're all snobs” he said !!!!
Ha ha, that’s my Dad !!
(Here's a pic of it)

Try that in today’s environment and I think you’d be shoved in the slammer real quick by the Armed Defenders !!

**sinfull** · 26th August 2008, 10:53

Haha Nice !!! Good on him !

**EJK** · 26th August 2008, 11:01

Hahaha! Cool dad! Thanks for sharing

**Joni** · 26th August 2008, 11:04

Dads rock!

I know how you feel looking back and remembering, my Dad passed away about 5 years ago now, but I still think of him everyday...

Great to have memories like you do mate!

**MyGSXF:Me** · 26th August 2008, 11:12

cool pic!! He obviously had a great sense of humor!!

**GurlRacer** · 26th August 2008, 11:13

Hehe that is awesome!!

Good on him!

I also know how you feel, although for me, it's only been a month or two. It's good to find stuff like that and just piss yourself laughing, all part of the healing process

**ManDownUnder** · 26th August 2008, 11:14

LOL good man!

I note your Mum was in on the joke - she must be good people too huh?

Onya man. All good.

**HenryDorsetCase** · 26th August 2008, 11:21

Originally Posted by nudemetalz

Thought you may be interested in this.

Back in 1990 just before he passed away, my Dad was an avid collector of military assault rifles.
He had about 25 rifles including an M-16, an AK-47, a SLR and a G-3.

Anyway, him and Mum were invited to a fancy-dress party with her work.
He decided to go along as an Islamic terrorist.
He took along his AK-47 complete with its magazine.
People there thought it was a cool outift and weapon until they realised it was a real weapon and got a little upset with him.
“Don’t know what all of the fuss is about, they're all snobs” he said !!!!
Ha ha, that’s my Dad !!
(Here's a pic of it)

Try that in today’s environment and I think you’d be shoved in the slammer real quick by the Armed Defenders !!

that is freakin' awesome.

hopefully he had a full mag in it..... just in case of... uh, trouble.

**nudemetalz** · 26th August 2008, 11:26

Thanks for the cool replies, peoples.
Just found the pic in the weekend.

Yeah Mum just accepted he was a loose cannon (literally) and put up with him !!!

Mind you, someone who used to race Kawasaki Mach 111's has to be a little loose !!!

**CookMySock** · 26th August 2008, 11:34

pfft, he shoulda pulled a couple rounds outa his pocket and done a demo on the mirror above the fireplace. Nah thats stupid I guess..

Its funny innit, hes not being dangerous at all, but people fear him or take offense. oh well.

Not unlike us as teenagers - we used to turn up at peoples places and plonk a couple of sticks of gelignite on the coffee table and sit down and blabber away like nothing was amiss, not that it was. After maybe 20 minutes of looking at the three waxy paper tubes and white and red/blue striped tube linking them, all held together with black insulation tape, someone would get a word in edgeways, and quizzically enquire "Whats that?". "A bomb, why?" Good fun. It didn't get the chix though. In fact people wouldn't really talk to us, sigh.. especially after we removed the wrapper from one and put it on some wooden dowel and threw it around with a lit fuse, but yeah I admit that musta been terrifying.

Thank fuck we never hurt anyone. Explosives are really dangerous.

DB

**alanzs** · 26th August 2008, 11:39

Sounds like your parents were/are both pretty cool.
When I was a little kid, we would go to a restaurant and my Dad would pretend he couldn't speak English. He'd ramble all kinds of gibberish and I'd have to translate it to the waitress. I eventually would order him ten omelette's with anchovies and raw onions or something like that, and he'd start going nuts, all in gibberish, while I'd be roaring with laughter. Great memories!
He's pretty ill now, so I cherish those old days.