Post: #1

Growing up, I used to hear my old grizzled grandpa tell stories about how he used to get into fights when he was younger. He had 10 kids and he dominated all of his boys like a hardass and they always stood up for his drunken tirades when I was younger. I always thought he was full of shit. But one of my uncles (moms brother) started telling me a bunch of shit they all used to get into in the 1980s-90s. Apparently Grandpa wasnt full of shit and why I never heard any of this...I will never know.

My mom and dads families grew up a couple of blocks away from each other in our hometown. So my moms brother (uncle Brian) used to go drinking with Grandpa all of the time. Oh yeah, this is my fathers dad too. So I will try to clear that up right away.

One night, Uncle Brian and Grandpa were in a bar called the Top Hat in our town in the 1980s. Uncle Brian was playing pool with a big biker from the local biker gang called the Wind Tramps. The biker and my uncle got into a fight and the biker knocked my uncle to the ground. When my uncle rolled over to get back up, the biker snapped a pool stick in half and he was going to stab my uncle with it.

Out of no where, my grandpa came up and punched this guy four or five times in the stomach and face and dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Grandpa helped my uncle get back up and just looked at the guy on the floor and snickered and told Brian, lets go get a beer.

Grandpa was barely 5'7" and weighed about 165 pounds. But he was a good fighter.

A lot of stuff happened with my family when I was growing up and none of us had good relationships. But if I would have known some of this shit before Grandpa died....I would have probably had a little more respect for him.

He straight up did not give a fuck and the only person that didnt take his shit was Grandma. But she was quiet about a lot of the shit he pulled.

Post: #2

You may want to keep pictures of your family members off the forum my man.

SJWs and feminazis are still watching us, and believe me, some of them have nothing better to do than post up a picture of your grandpa to the Internet and say "anyone know this man? his grandson has ties to a muhsoggykneeistic hate group OMG"

Post: #3

My uncle, an old school Italian, once broke his leg in a car accident. This guy is about 6' 280lbs, built like a linebacker. He's hobbling his way into the local dive bar and some out of towner let's the door shut in his face on the way in. He's in a particularly irate mood this day, so he throws down his crutches, proceeds to kick the shit out of the guy, and leaves. He goes to the police department, where my dad is working the night shift. He sits down and says "you may be looking for me later". Morning comes, nobody comes in, and my dad gives my uncle a ride home.

Post: #4

Worse than "asking around" is people can use reverse image searches using the file to scour the internet for matches. Very easy to track people down that way. I've reported your post, you should remove the attachment.

Post: #5

My grandpa was at a drive in movie theatre one night. He sees these girls in the car next to him and starts flirting when intermission comes all the girls get out to get some snacks my grandpa gets into their car and when the girl squad comes back he tells them to get lost except for one who soon after became my grandma. He definitely had guts. He was a crusty old cop who started his career with the watts riots and ended it in the middle of the Rodney King riots. Later after they had been married a few years he's riding in his Cadillac with grandma a bunch of vatos roll up and start cat calling my grandma. Grandpa pulls his gun gets out and starts running around the car while they sped off. He was and still is gentle with my grandma but he's meaner than a junkyard dog to anyone who messes with them.