Reveal something totally unexpected about yourself - Shock and awe awaits - Don't powerlevel

Have you tried inquiring with Freedom of Information, whatever is the equivalent in your country?

My maternal grandfather served too, but there are indications that he wasn't in the section that he claimed he was in, and some photos that were found when we cleaned out his possessions after his death sort of confirmed this. Unfortunately we had family drama and a lot of documents, as well as those photographs, disappeared forever. We will probably never know for certain.
I've actually just started considering that recently. He died 60+ years ago and had no middle name, so digging up info via publicly available documents on the internet is tough. Most stuff I found doesn't quite fit, so there were probably lies in my case, too. Plus I was always told he was military police, which could refer to several different things, some of which were brand new when he would've served... Yeah, requesting the records directly is my best bet.

Thread Tax: I was born without wisdom teeth. I'm very grateful to my father for giving me that gene.
 
Completely deaf. Can't hear for shit. Only thing that made me self aware for lack of better word's was reading as many books as I could, didn't want to be like fellow retards.
Here on the internet, blind or deaf, big or small, wheelchair or able bodied, we're all equal on the internet.

I once raised butterflies from egg to caterpillar then adult when I was a kid and big into insects. Also had an ant farm, my parents were strict on electronics so I had to make due.
 
Pretty sure the military was directly and responsible for the death of my paternal grandfather, and bought my grandmother's silence via regular payments.

She took the secret to her grave before I was even born, so what truly happened shall forever remain a family mystery.
My great great grandma was like that, we never meet our great great grandpa, as she never wanted to talk about him and never gave a reason why, we only knew she fled while pregnant with my grandma from the Philippines just before WW2 and never wanted to talk about her hometown when asked. All those secrets went to the grave with her.
 
both of my grandfathers died before i was born so i was deprived of the full grandpa experience
my ex-step-grandpa was cool though he was an architect. apparently he was the original designer of the space needle but that's only according to my lunatic munchie npd ex-stepmom so it's dubious at best
 
apparently he was the original designer of the space needle but that's only according to my lunatic munchie npd ex-stepmom so it's dubious at best
Surely it cant be too hard to figure that out if you wanted to know for sure, maybe attempt to track down and contact the company that constructed the space needle if they're still around
 
I somehow got a close friend who is an angry karen type radical feminist even tho i'm /r9k/ dwelling incel.
I decided to not fight her about feminism any more because you cant win an argument against a pouty three year old and our relationship is pretty chill otherwise.
Fortunately, she is trans-exclusive.
 
I somehow got a close friend who is an angry karen type radical feminist even tho i'm /r9k/ dwelling incel.
I decided to not fight her about feminism any more because you cant win an argument against a pouty three year old and our relationship is pretty chill otherwise.
Fortunately, she is trans-exclusive.
Same bro.
 
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical, summers in Yangon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
 
One time I put LSD in my eyeballs. In retrospect, I'm surprised it worked. It was a lot of LSD.
 
I somehow got a close friend who is an angry karen type radical feminist even tho i'm /r9k/ dwelling incel.
I decided to not fight her about feminism any more because you cant win an argument against a pouty three year old and our relationship is pretty chill otherwise.
Fortunately, she is trans-exclusive.
I was that with a die-hard, Carl-Popper-spouting ancom for a while despite being nearly the stereotypical opposite.

We'd mostly just chat about vidya, tabletop and swords, staying as far as possible from any political topic whatsoever.

Drifted apart in the end due to physical distance instead of disagreements. We still wish each other happy birthday from time to time though.
 
  • Feels
Reactions: Executive Petrel
Back