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Didnt know my dad but my grandpa who raised me was a marine, 65-ish. I was 16 and 240lbs in shape. Worst mistake I've made, not even totally sure what he did exactly, all I know is my throat, head, stomach, and shoulder all hurt and i couldn't move for a few seconds on the ground while he stood over me, lit a cigarette, and said, and I quote, "You'll need another 15 years before you got a chance." Loved him more than anything.

At 19 I was dumb enough to challenge my dad and his brother to a fist fight due to some liquid courage. They begged me to sit down and just shut up but I wasn't hearing it; I just had to show them who was boss. It didn't end well for me. I never got to apologize or look back on the moment with laughter with dad. He passed away just a few months later. If he were around today I'm sure I could take him tho.

Grew up wrestling my dad all the time. I was about 12 when I outgrew him and finally pinned him down for the first time. I told him "What are you gonna do now, old man?" He jammed his finger in my eyeball and it was over. He stood up and told me "You may be bigger than me but just remember, the older I get the dirtier I fight" I learned my lesson.

My son is awesome, beyond proud of him. He's 17 now and the same height as me, maybe a half inch taller. Taught him since he could walk to defend himself and he's a scrapper. The past 6 months he's been working out a lot. A couple weeks ago he was mad at me cause I wouldn't let him go out of town with friends. He's very respectful but said "I'll fight ya for it". I could never hit my son but told him "sure, let's go outside"....and we did. I told him "whenever ur ready come at me". He charges and tried to take my head off....in 5 seconds I had him wrapped up on the ground like a pretzel. "YOU WRESTLED UR WHOLE LIFE, THIS AIN'T FAIR!". So I said, "OK, I won't take ya to the ground". So he starts swinging and I'm blocking and dodging his punches til he is tired af. "HOW DO YOU MOVE LIKE THAT? YOU'RE OLD!" I said "I'm not 40 yet, try again next year bud". He handled the humiliation pretty well, and actually started letting me teach him boxing again. But to be honest, in another year he's probably gonna whoop my ass.

When I was 13 I tried to fight my dad. He literally just picked me up, turned me horizontal, dropped me on the floor, then sat down on me until I gave up lmao

I don't remember ever challenging my dad to a fight. But I think I might when he comes back with the milk.

Haha my step kid tried that with me once at 15. I caught his fist, had it behind his back and then gave a little tappy tap to the back of his knee to send him to the ground in one smooth move. Held him there just long enough for him to contemplate his decision... and then helped him up. Dusted the grass off his shirt and said "you're gonna need about ten years and 50 more pounds to do that.... now go clean your room like I asked." He never told his mom... and I respected that. Now this is the same kid who, at around 12, came home from the park crying with a bloody nose. Some bully apparently. I asked why he didn't defend himself and he said he didn't want to get in to trouble. I looked him in the eyes and said "Only way I'd be pissed is if you started it. Do you understand? He nodded yes, so I followed with "tomorrow you are going back to the park. Don't say nothin. Just walk up to that kid and pop him just like he did to you. You got it?" He nodded yes again, so I finished with "now if you take him down, don't stand over him and taunt him. You ask that kid if he wants to keep going. If he says he's done, then its over and you help him to his feet. You do that, and he'll be your friend for life. Got it?" Next day the kid shows up at the house with his new pal, bloody nose gushing all over the kids teeshirt. I grabbed a bag of peas from the freezer and some tissues, got the kid situated and then made them some lunch while we waited for the bleeding to stop. The nose wasn't busted. No cops were called. No parents were involved aside from myself. Handled.

As a kid from the 80s this is true af. I never fought my dad, he was a Vietnam vet with skills, tho. You're a funny dude and look forward to watching more!

Not me man, first time my son fought me he was 5. He stepped into my room and with a soft pallet and through missing teeth said "I'm going to kick your ass." I thought it was cute until he charged up on me and punched me right in the nose as hard as he could, blinded me, laughed and ran away. NGL I was kind of proud of him.

Me and my kid say, "Im gonna fight you so hard!" After watching this story, All the time!! 😂😂😂

A moment of silence please for those who never had a father stick around long enough to fight with them.

Joshs young self sounds suspiciously like Charley from always sunny. XD

I love this story. I'm 35 and still can't take on my dad. He's a tough son of a gun 🤣

I've got 11 kids. 7 are boys, and 4 of 'em are now grown. I've had to rough up the older 4 at around 13, 14 years old when they thought they could handle me. I blame teenage hormones for the pain they received. One of 'em, though, got into a fight with a bully his senior year, and since kids film everything these days, I ended up seeing the video. He dodged 5 or 6 punches and then laid this kid out with a single straight right. That other kid was big, too. Bigger than me, for sure. Must be something in the water. Regardless, I'm glad I had to go hands-on with my kid when he was 13, rather than 18. He's now a Marine, and in my mind, I'd still work him if I had to. In my chin, though, I don't know.

My middle son picked his day. He was 16, about 2 inches taller than me and about 20 lbs heavier. I’d just grounded him. He was pissed. He called me out. I said, let the best man win and offered my hand for a shake. He shook, I held on….and squeezed. I’m a little guy but I have a grip from hell from years of hard work. Hard to fight when you’re on your knees screaming kid. When the tears started down his cheeks I let go. Lesson learned, don’t mess with Dad. Old man strength is a trump card.

I never really considered fighting my dad. I think he's crossed into the "old man strength" territory and I'm not sure I could take him on.

I used to love dodgeball. Perfect opportunity to get payback on the school bullies. They could never touch me in dodgeball but they ALL took that red rubber to the face.

I made salsa with habanero and didn't think to wash my hands before taking a piss... That was a life lesson

I don’t know man, I could towel my dad up by the time I was 16 but I still showed my respect for the man that raised me and provided for me

I stood up to my dad once. I don't remember what it was all about. I just stood my ground looked him right in the eyes and said "No sir." It never turned into a fight. I think he had a bit of respect for me in that moment tho.

I was 15 and put the gloves on with my Pops once. Once. Was out cold after laughing so fast my mom laughed her ass off at me when I got up. I Kinda forgot he used to fight for shits and giggles when he was in his 20's

My older brother challenge my blood father when he was 17. My father let Will take the first swing, then knocked him out with one punch. When he finally came to, my father said, when ever you feel froggy, jump and walked in the house. My other 3 brothers must have learned from Will's mistake, as they never challenged him and Will never did it again! 🤣

I didn't have a father, seen him maybe 12 times throughout my life. Once was at a family reunion and I was teasing him about missing 2 discs in his neck, telling everyone not to play head and shoulders with him because he cheats. Some family got offended and said I shouldn't talk about my father like that. I responded with I've seen him 12 times in my life and he's never once been a father to me, if he doesn't like what I'm saying we can step out right now and settle it, then looked him in the eye and asked said "you wanna go old man" and he didn't say a word. We both knew that rhe past six years of me working on the farm, and all the resentment i have towards him meant I was gonna beat the you know what out of him if front of the entire family. Just for context I'm the youngest in my family, and my older brother who 16 years old and 6' 2" at the time brings 12 ounce boxing gloves home and wants to spar with me at 13, he never worked on the farm, i did. I broke his nose first and only punch i threw and the fight was over lol

My dad would get pissed and charge at me like he was going to kill me. I’d have to run or I’d get smacked on the ass or the back of my head. I had enough and at age 16 I put my dukes up like I was ready to fist fight. I was even starting to sway like a cobra. That stopped him and he actually acted like I hurt his feelings. He got quiet and he said something like, “Hey calm down. What’s wrong with you.” That made me feel guilty. Ah childhood.

I’ve loved my father all my life he’s my best friend, he was a serious badass when he was younger too, army for 24 years, 12 active duty 12 reserves, drill sergeant for around 15 of those I believe(due to his unwillingness to go beyond e7 I believe, could be a lower rank anyone in the military can correct me if I’m wrong) , he did not want to become a paper bitch) anti artillery the rest of the time. Benched over 300 pounds and could run 6 minute miles with ease…. I’ve play wrestled with him when I was younger and even though I may not have always won, sometimes 6 year old me would get the better of him and put him in a rear naked choke that he showed me how to do… I would always be so proud after I won calling myself crazy jack and he would always say “I can beat jack, but I can’t handle crazy jack he’s just too strong” I really fucking believed I had the ability to beat him, and he was the literally Superman to me, I’ve never had the inclination to fight him when I got older, I probably was able to handle him when I was around 16 (he was 53 at the time I have an old dad lol) by the time I was 19 It was obvious i would win a fight with him easily, not because I had gotten that much bigger his age just really caught up with him… I never had the urge to fight him once, for me personally the thing that changed is my mindset, if we ever get into a bad situation whatever it may be, I need to protect him, not him protect me, if there’s some type of labor that needs to be done around the house, I make sure I get it done as quickly as I can so my dad doesn’t do it, he’s old, and he’s proud, and he’s capable… He loves to do housework and he’s great at it, I let him everything by himself as long as it doesn’t require lifting anything I know is too heavy or awkward I will not let that mans pride break his back

Oh God, I love this story! I'm afraid my teenage son might be at this point in his life, and me being a single mom, I'm totally planning on doing exactly what your dad did. Cigar an all. Ha!

Josh looks like a cross between Tosh and Dane Cook 🤣

I don't think I can break down a door, I know I can! From experience, first try, and it did not just go in, the was an explosion of splinters. It was glorious!

I listen to this story like 3 times a year and I still laugh every time

My dad was a big strong scary looking dude who grew up in the hood. He moved away from the hood to protect us from the horrors he grew up in fighting for survival. He was accepted to West Point to play football. He chose my mom and a career as a teamster instead. He played semi-pro football in the 1970s, got a shot to play O-line with an NFL team. No one ever fought him. My eldest brother once tried to tussle with him when my brother turned 18. They weighed the same. My dad put him down like a toddler. It happened after my brother disrespected my dad, but followed it up by disrespecting my mom, which was unacceptable. After you see that level of domination and the way my dad's adult male friends and co-workers respected and feared him, you know better than to try anything physical with him. Imagine a 40-50 year old man who is 6'-6'1 and 235 lbs who can still run a 4.6 40-yard dash and easily lift his 200+ pounds over his head and throw it through the air. You don't mess with that guy. You call him "Sir" and do what he says. He was so traumatized from being abused when he was a kid that if he ever lost his composure and popped us on the butt for being bad, he would cry. He tried to get us to understand why physical violence was wrong. It was his last resort and only once he lost composure. He never hit me in anger, ever. It was always when he was disappointed and just reacted. He never caused me to cry or even bruise. It hurt him too much to hurt us. My brother forced my dad's hand after he insulted my dad and then mom, then attacked my dad. My dad didn't want to hurt him, so he just wrapped my brother up, put him on his back and held him there, in a dining room surrounded by glass dishes and China cabinets. He did all of this without rattling a dish. You don't see that and think, "Ah, I could take him." My brother is a selfish jerk who has mental problems. He is the only living person I know who has ever tried to have a physical confrontations with my dad.

If you're trying to break down a door, put your back against it, and mule kick the side where the knob is. It'll bust out the frame within like 3 kicks.

7:20 That would the most epic dodgeball game ever 😂

My dad was older when I was born 38. When I was in high school he would walk down to bar on the corner after work I would drive down a pick him up one night. A couple of bikers were in his face. I told them to leave my dad alone. Didn't end well for them. Oh at the time 6'3" 290 pounds. He told me afterwards nice work. He said he could still take me. Then he started laughing.

I'm born in the 90s I got to enjoy the last great years of dodgeball thank God

“IM HUNGRY” is so funny kids are so simple 😂😂😂

I fought my dad at 17. I won. One of my biggest regrets.

A1 comedy, I was 13 when I tried to fight my dad. Got one punch in and the rest was old man strength rag dolling a scrawny teenager. Learned my lesson that day lol. Rip pops, love you and miss ya.

I grew up with a family of five brothers, and my father boxed golden gloves in the Navy, and every Saturday night we used to slide the furniture out of the way in the living room, and in square off, he taught us how to box. You start from the youngest and you work your way up. But you never passed the one that was older than you the natural pecking order. But every once in a while, you gotta treat you gotta throw down with the old man! At 50 to 55 years old, he used to beat the stuffings out of everyone of us, openhanded!!!

Amazing to see how he has changed and greatly improved as a performer. One of my favorite comedians for sure

Having a wedding with your loved one, memorable. Having a wedding with your loved one... with 90 seconds of shenanigans, priceless.

My son never tried to challenge me, which is probably one of the smartest things he's ever done.

I’ve broken down 3 doors… You just kick them at the lock.

"I'll let you know when I have a bad idea" is going into my arsenal.

"ill let you know" 😂

You describe my childhood! Growing up was all about prankin and jumpin the shit out of each other. My ol lady was the OG prankster of the neighborhood. Brings me nothing but great memories!

Even at 69 when my dad was dying of cancer I wasn’t sure I could take him. I’m 6’4 260

Lol the thing about my dad he was a real cowboy. He grew up on the ranch he was tough, not tall but super strong. My older brother about 14 feeling his oats call our mom a female dog. Dad kicked the crap out of him. None of us ever again said anything bad about mom. My dad did tell me yrs ago how he threw spankings and punishments put the fear in the back of our brains. I'm so glad My mom and dad adopted me and my 2 other brothers. They were always there for us no matter what. Where I was suppose to go my life would be so different.

All the dad stories.. love it.. dads putting in the work, even step dads . Great work..

You are one of the funniest mofo's I have watched in a long time. You are funnier then some of the top guys out there no joke!

When you think that your ready just remember those work boots that were new a couple months ago and the endurance your old man is gonna have when he wraps those giant bratwurst he calls fingers around your neck.... Your never ready LMAO

Dude, sharing this skit again only made appreciate it even more. Keep up the good work, you are hilarious.

I still remember the sound of the dogeball 🤣🤣🤣

So stoked to see you live finally. Looking forward to your show in Baltimore

That one lady's laugh sounds like that little creature that was always on Jabba the Hutts throne with him.

I was having a "Meh!" evening, tilll I saw this. Laughed my azz off. Thank you!

I couldn't stop laughing at the guy laughing like "hoa hoa hoa hoa"

At 19 my son thought he could take me. I made him agree to no head shots, because I didn’t want to hurt him . He never threw a punch and was laying on his back in 15 seconds

I was raised by my grandfather and he was a complete asshole growing up. He was a SEAL and was in the Navy for 21 years and he had no chill in him whatsoever. He made our lives a living hell and I was scared of him most my life. I moved out my senior year and graduated and then went to basic training for the Army. When I came back I noticed nothing changed and he was giving me shit for something and screaming at me. I finally after all the years look at him and say, “if you don’t stop talking to me like that than we are gunna start talking with our hands.” He immediately stopped…gave a little smirk and than said. “Well you told me didn’t you?” I was confused but he never treated me that way again. I think he was just trying to see when I would take up for myself and when he finally got it he left it alone. I miss him everyday no matter how much of a dick he was. Still my papaw and even through it all he was a good man.

My brother challenged our dad, a former marine, when we were young. The only thing dad said was, "Take your glasses off, son." I knew it was a bad idea right then, but he didn't. He figured it out really quick... he lost so fast.😂

Damn. Great story telling and funny😂

my dad had that superhuman dad strength and was a large man and very quiet. I seen him tighten lugs on a car so tight the impact at the service station wouldn't take it off. I wasn't fighting that no way no how.

My son 13 and hes at that age he swears he can take me on im 41 6ft 230 hes 13 about 5'8 and 148lbs ive been telling him is not his time yet but he thinks he can so im bout to lay him out so he gets that watever it is outta his system

Me and my 2 next older brothers never even thought of trying to fight my dad. We learned from my oldest brothers mistakes. Dad let my oldest brother start with the first swing. My brother started his punch and when he was about 1/3 of the way through his swing my dad made his punch and before my brothers punch got 3/4 of the way to connect with dad, my brother was knocked out cold before all 225 lbs of him hit the ground 6 ft away from where he had been standing. The following year my dad and one of his friends were sitting in a bar that was empty other than someone sitting in a booth at the darker rear area of the bar when the local college football team walked in and thought it would be funny to make these 2 "old men" move and take their seats away from them. Dad's friend told them they need to learn some manners and to show respect to their elders. Those college punks got mouthy and asked who is going to teach them manners old man? Are you going to do it? Dad and his friend looked at each other and dad asked his friend "Should we?". His friend said yes and both of them stood up. Those 2 "OLD MEN" had the entire football team laid out cold in a flash then say down to finish their drinks. Neither of them even got hit but blocked every punch thrown at them. They left once they finished the drinks. The only other customer in the bar---the one who was hiding in the dark booth? My 2nd oldest brother. He said he had never seen anything like that before or since that day.

Also, even before the military, I could get through a door. Idk where he got the idea that it's that hard. The problem is that most people don't know where to strike. They just slam into it thinking they'll go through. Nope, there are certain spots you have to target.

I went blind at 38, but I wrestled varsity for four years and did a year of pro training, grew up scrapping because my mother beat me all the time like Ike on Tina. I taught my 3 boys to fight. When I'd been blind for avout 3 months, my 17 year old actually shoved me to the floor. His mistake was following up while I was still on the ground. I threw him into a cradle easily, tagged him twice but not too hard, then rolled up and out. It was all done in less than 60 seconds. His brothers finished him because he'd committed the cardinal sin of hitting his blind mother. They still won't let him live it down.

Hahahahhaa the part about power shifts is so true I won and the power did shift

Loved watching your video. Had me in stitches the whole time 😂😂😂😂

My oldest son and I used to wrestle quite a bit until he turned sixteen (I was 36) and grew taller and heavier than me ) he takes after my father's tall, big boned side of the family - I take after my mom's short and lean side of the family. One day he managed to get me in a grip that I just could not get out of. He had his full weight on my back and his arms locked around my chest. I had to call uncle. I never wrestled with him again. Today, he is 26 and I just turned 56. He is 5'11" and I am 5'7" - he weighs upwards of 240 lbs. and I'm 190. I have a great body guard if I need it... 😀

My old man nipped it in the bud at 14. Grabbed me by my shirt in front of my buddy and lifted me up against the wall. Asked me if I thought could kick his ass. Lol. Genius move, that held him over till I was old enough to not want to out of respect. There was a little window in there that coulda got messy had he not done that. 😂

Every time I hear something similar where a dad son fight happens to come up, I can't forget my1and only loss to mine. I was mad as a hornet enough so that me at the time 5' 9" 140 to at best 150 if I had pockets full of sand. I declared I was gonna beat up my dad, a man who did iron work at that time in his life, he was a about 6'1" 285 had arms that looked like hams, he wore a size 14 wedding band made out of a spoon hammered old silver half dollar which is generally the same outer dimensions of the coin. He wore size 12 shoe 4E width He was a giant unless someone was trying to threaten our family. That said Dad gave me an option, either fight and lose, and he promised if I ran, he was going to catch me and rub my nose in the dirt right where he caught me to show me I had no chance to win. I balled up my fists standing about 10 ft from him, out of nowhere he said I'm gonna give you a 3 count and then we are fighting or I'm catching you just to rub your nose in the dirt. He said One... then yelled Run, like he was on my side hoping I'd outrun him. I couldn't see a win but I was pretty quick and he waspretty big...so I hauled out as fast as I could, and about the second time my left foot hit the ground that's when that ring size 14 fingered hand caught hold of my neck, and made my forward momentum become my downward momentum instantly. where My nose was scheduled to have a meeting with dirt, Dad as careful as hecould, pressedmy head to the point ny nose was on the ground, laughing all the way. I never tried him after that, we still got into arguments, and eventually I grew up enough to realize he was generally right about whatever I wanted to argue about, and I was better off listening than confronting him only to find out whatever we were having it out about usually left me the one in the wrong and having to admit it, lucky my dad was the type man to let things slide,knowing that eventually you'd realize he was a pretty smart man who didn't let others anger get in his head. If he believed something to be true, it normally was, and if he realized he might have been wrong he was straigjt up about admitting it. Said so to the other person , and moved on. If you have a Dad enjoy your time with the man, this life is to short as it is, we shouldn't be spending it hating on one another, getting along, causes so much less headache and stress, and one of you stand a chance to learn something.

Love that sound when you tattoo somebody with those red rubber balls. PING!!!!😵‍💫

Man when me and my awesome dad fight we wrestle like two elephant seals the first one to get the other down wins no one hurt no bruised egos just good fun

Honor your father and your mother, that it may go well with you.

I fought my son the day before he turned 16. He was upset and shoulder checked me trying to get past. Now keep in mind my son is 16 and a wrestler. Me I'm 22 yrs older with a bad back, bum leg, and bum shoulder all from military injuries. I pushed him outside and told him to calm down. He tried to push past me again. Now he's 140lbs and damn near solid muscle, I'm 350lbs. He swings on me I dodge and grab him. I slam him against the car. I keep him there until he calms down. After he calms down and goes to his room I go to my room and damn near break down in tears because my back was not ok. He never tried me again.

Fuck yeah! 😆 🤣 😂 😹

2:40 when the edible kicks in

I’m about an inch or so taller than my dad. I challenged my dad’s authority at 14 and he legitimately grabbed me by my shoulders (which he had to reach up to do), LIFTED ME UP, and pressed me against the wall and got in my face. I don’t remember what he said, but I never fucked with him ever again. “I’m Taller” is less effective than “I’m your dad”. Love you pops.

I won a dodgevall championship trophy when I was in 4th grade. I was so small they couldn't hit me and I had older brothers so I could catch the balls the 5th and 6th graders threw at me.

I was 16 years old and came in one night just hammered. I tried to sneak in quietly and managed to trip over the dining table and landed on my arse, waking up the whole house. My mother came out of their bedroom and was reading me the riot act to which a said shut the F up. My dad came out and said don’t ever talk to your mom like that. I stood up and said I’ll whoop your old… the next thing I remember was waking up on the front porch ~30 minutes later locked out of the house. The really sad part was that my bedroom was a converted back porch and I didn’t even have to go in the house to get there, in fact the only door was from the outside. Goes to show you I was not only not a badass but I was just SOOOO stupid. I really miss my parents. ❤😂

Now THAT was a great story,thanks for a good laugh man...👍

I was 16, drunker than a skunk, came home from a buddy's late night party, walked up to my stepdad, and spit in his face.....told him to go screw himself...I went for a right hook, missed. He grabbed me by my lower part of my throat, and pile drove me into the front lawn. The man was a Nam vet. I messed with the wrong guy that night. My mom just sat back and laughed as my head hit the ground and the wind was knocked out my chest. I never challenged him again. I miss that man bad. He was a good second dad to me. Now my dad real dad, I've gotten into some serious shouting matches over the years, but never once challenged him to a fight. My old man in his younger years knew how to handle himself. All I ever heard was...."don't challenge me boy"....not once have him and I come to blows.

I broke a door once, with a mule kick.

*This is one of your best videos!* *And you make a LOT of GREAT vids!!!* 💜💜💜 *God Bless You & Your Family!* *I have learned SO MUCH from you!!!*

Daniel tosh raised a good dad

My father caught my fist in his hand and just shook his head. No fight needed after that

Damn you Josh Wolf, you made me laugh so much...

That one person laughing in the background is DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! You all know who I'm talking about!!!

A great summary of any family fight... Mom wins, even when she's not fighting.

I am rolling over here you are hilarious 😂

My dad was 5’6”. I hit my entire growth spurt in 1 year. At the beginning of 7th grade I was 5’0” tall. On the first day of 8th grade, I was 5’8” and my voice had changed in the 2 months of summer vacation. It cracked like 3 times in that 2 months, and then I was a low tenor. At 14, in 9th grade, I finished at 5’10”, and thought I was a man… I towered over my dad one day when we were arguing, and told him I would kick his ass. His response, “Okay. Backyard. Now.” Two things. First, I should have recognized how angry he was based on his response of 3 distinct sentences, all consisting of one word each! Second, I should have recognized that he seemed utterly unphased by a “man” (me) towering over him, shouting in anger. Legitimately, 4 inches is a lot of height difference when you are shouting down at someone’s forehead. Here’s where I tell you that my dad was a state penitentiary guard my entire childhood. Not federal, the-inmates-murder-each-other-while-the-guards-control-every-moment-of-their-day prison. And not, local-drunk-tank-where-the-Sheriff-sends-you-home-in-the-morning jail. State pens in the ‘80’s were underfunded, overcrowded, and full of convicted felons with nowhere to go and nothing to lose. You can imagine how those felons treated my 5’6” father… Every. Single. Day. There was no universe in which, in his eyes, I was towering at all. Nor, one where that intimidated him in the slightest. I don’t actually remember how I ended up with his knee in the small of my back, my face pressed into the grass, and my arm twisted up behind my head. I remember being in that position, screaming like a little bitch to let me up. But, to this day, I can’t tell you how I got there.

I fought my dad 2x in my life, once after puberty and he couldn't keep whooping my ass. He swung, missed, and he is a big guy, he lost his balance, and soI hip tossed him and ran away (the first time). I wanted to so many times in my life, but I knew, if I kicked His Ass, the whole relationship dynamic would change. Well, 2nd time I wasn't prepared, my father came to my pad, banging on my door, something about needing me to do something him, nothing serious. He rushed me after I said, "Whoa, whoa, calm down, this is just paperwork." He replied, " Don't whoa me, you have to do this paperwork." I laughed at how serious he was, it was just a form for a business we used to co-own, a 5 min job. As soon as I laughed, he lost his shit and rushed me. Now, at this point I'm 40, and have belts in multiple martial arts, judo, jiu jitsu, boxing, kick boxing, and tae kwon do... I side stepped him, held his arm, and said, STOP. He was so shocked, he just turned away after a dramatic staredown pause, and walked away. Then he called the cops on me and said I attacked him. Now, instead of me being careful to avoid violence, because I'm trained and 40, he's 72 and not trained since he left the Army 35-40 years ago... I'm in handcuffs at the station, trying hard, explaining he rushed me, and that I didn't want to send an old man to jail for a fight that never really happened, told them he rushed me and I sidestepped and held his arm, told them I said, "Stop," so they were like, we'll put this down as mutual combat, nobody's hurt, and then shockingly, the cops actually drove me home. Moral of the story: Never fight your father, unless he's, for example, physically abusive or worse. Otherwise, you'll change the father-son dynamics... for the worst usually.

I outweigh my dad by 60lbs and I'm 5 inches taller. I've never swung on or will even swing on him. Cause he will beat the brakes off me, reinstall them and rip them right back off. I don't need a 60yo man to best my ass, I'm ok without that memory or life lesson. And I respect him way to much to ever do that.

18:22 When do WE get to see this video?? 🤞

Me and my dad have challened eachother since i was 15😂 we're both crazy so we just talk shit to eachother and then walk away mad😭😭😂

My dad was a carpenter, laid bricks for a living and barrel chested 5 11 200 lbs. for never actually lifting weights the man was an OX

I do not have kids but I laughed so hard at this 😂😂

Had to take out my own dad, he was real drunk, couldnt handle a little honesty and he let words get to him, he called police and i tried to tell them he swung on me because hes intoxicated but i got a charge for assault, cops never breathalyzed him, he was clearly drunk, idk why tf they thought i was guilty of just fucking up my dad for no reason, grantid we had alot of differences in opinions and views on the world as a whole, he was still and still is my best friend, even after our falling out, we get along with eachother to this day, i think he learned his lesson

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Fought my dad and he had his steel toe boots on. Bout shattered my hip, hand, and ribcage but drug it out to a standstill terrified the whole time