And on that day, Pat resolved that for the rest of his life he would follow in his father's footsteps and never, ever admit to being wrong even in the face of the most glaringly obvious lies and mistakes.

Thia story explains a lot

Pat's dad losing his mind whenever the basement flooded and blaming everyone in the house for it is my favorite

PUNISHED DAD: A father denied his paprika

That is Vegeta-like pride right there.

Pat's dad is a true hero

manliest manly man who ever manned.

Sounds like the work of an enemy Stand.

BIGGEST

I can imagine, as Pat's dad eating the sandwich, sins of the father starts to play...

Pats dad was so confident that he retroactively changed his mind and decided no mistake was made

A favorite 'dad' story of mine is Jerry from Penny arcade. His dad is working on a car engine and it fucking erupts and hot oil shoots all over his god damn face and eyes. Blinded, he stumbles to the back doors, comes in the house, reaches for his keys and calmy says 'Jerry get your mother.. we're going to the hospital'

My favorite Pat anecdote was on the podcast, when he told the tale of how his tiny french leprechaun of a grandma unleashed her arc-en-ciel gougi to basically suplex an asshole down a spiral staircase.

His father is a hero.

Pat repeats his father's actions metaphorically; he makes big ol' lie sandwiches, and eats them without admitting he's wrong.

I never knew about adding paprika to egg sandwiches/toast and started doing so after hearing this all those years ago, it absolutely slaps.

This explains why Pat is so convicted to his own wrongness.

My favorite dad story is from when I was in junior high. My dad has a bunch of bows, crossbows, and what have you. One week he finds a blow dart gun at a garage sale, with a set of small arrows that came with it. He starts practicing with it on a still target (his old mattress), and when he was hitting bullseyes every time he decided to challenge himself. He starts rolling around with the dart gun, doing all sorts of action shit with it; then he fires an arrow and can't see it on the mattress. He looks around and sees a small hole in the sliding glass window. The millisecond he walks towards it, the entire glass panel shatters, causing our cats to freak the fuck out and run away. After some frantic searching to see where it could have landed outside, he found it next to a chair by our apartment's pool. To avoid the embarrassment of having to admit he fired an arrow through his own window, he just told anyone who asked that someone must have tried to break into the apartment.

Since I heard that story, I've made egg sandwiches on toasted sandwich rounds with pepper jack and cayanne. Thanks pat's dad.