Barry Jive wrote:td11 wrote:i don't know about you guys, but this is the super truth for me:
i should probably do some work now.
the third time i met my last girlfriend's parents, it was the day she moved into her house last fall, and i was helping them move stuff in and set up her bedroom.
working with her fbi agent dad to set up the bed i knew i'd later be sleeping in was probably the most mentally challenging experience of my life.
Long story short... I started seeing this girl right after I graduated high school. After a few weeks she asks me to meet her parents and I reluctantly agreed. As soon as I walk in she introduces me to her dad and he shakes my hand but I could see he was holding something behind his back. He pulls me aside, points towards my junk, and says, "If he comes out, this comes out." At that point he takes his hand from behind his back and he's holding a giant machete. We awkwardly stared at each other for a few seconds and he busts out laughing and hands me a beer (mind you I was 18 at the time).
Little did he know that I almost had to get a crowbar to get his daughter's knees out of her ears the night before.

That was one fucked up family.