Ok folks, time for another great Club Vibes/Absolute Poker contest.

Up for grabs are some great gifts for dad for Fathers Day, (which is next Sunday, for all you folks needing reminders out there).

Prizes are:

Hat
Polo Shirt
Baseball Shirt, and
T-shirt

What you have to do:

I want you to regale me with a great Fathers Day memory of you and your dad. If you move me to tears, it's a good thing. If you make me choke from laughing, even better

So pull out your book of memories (that's memories...not mammaries) and start writing

This contest will run from NOW until the start of next Sundays Absolute Poker Freeroll tournament. I will announce the winner by hunting them down at their table, so please make sure you put your AP nickname in your post as well

Thank you to Absolute Poker for supplying these great prizes for Dad

3...2...1....GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No Bobblehead, still trying to get one. Closest was the Polo shirt and cap. GL all on Sunday.

Thanks for posting but I need FATHERS DAY STORIES

LOL

Not a numbered post contest ROFL

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

LOL

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME A GREAT FATHERS DAY STORY, SOMETHING ABOUT YOU AND YOUR DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Sheesh....

And don't forget to include your Absolute Poker player name. I need it to announce the winner...IF anyone actually gives me a freakin story ROFLMAO

Ok how 'bout this!! If no one gives me a single story between now and Sunday..


I'M GONNA WIN BY DEFAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOL j/k

When I was small, my friends all had their heroes...Luke Skywalker, Mr. T, Superman. My hero was my Dad. My Pop and I would go everywhere together. Hikes in the woods where we would have talks and he would teach me things about nature and music. We would go to the hardware store on Sundays and I would sit on the "hump" in the car. (I guess real people call it the "armrest" He taught me how to drive when I was eight. He put me in the driver's seat of his beat up Ford pick-up and chuckled when I nearly leveled our barbed-wire fence. (Although I never touched a steering wheel again until I turned 16) I remember as I was growing up I gave him a tie every single Christmas, yet he always acted surprised and delighted as he opened them year after gruelling year. He was always patient, never judgemental and he rarely got angry with me. He was also never reluctant to show me affection. Growing up I was never starved for hugs. He even built me a "nest" in his great, big recliner every evening. There, I would be squeezed into the small, warm space between my hero and the arm of the chair and we would talk and laugh and play little games until we both fell asleep. And then I grew up and could no longer fit into the nest he made every evening...and the years went by. And more years went by. This past Easter my Dad and I went for a walk up to the creek he taught me how to skip rocks on the water, a skill I have forgotten over the years. He looked at me and said, "It's all about technique and velocity", and I watched his rock skip 8, 9, 10 times. I looked at the head of his thinning grey hair (LoL) and the fine lines around his eyes...and I realized something. Though I am no longer an 8-year-old kid, he is still my hero.

~John~
Cincy78

hi every one
here is nice story i had with my father :
i use to give my father helping hand in summer at work in 1986 he had "café restaurent " i was 19 years old and he dont now that i smoke.
one day he left me to keep the counter-bar ( he had somethings to do ) and just at the moment he leaves a client cames and order a coffe i take the opportunity and asked him to give me fire to light my cigarette.
while i was lighting my cigarette my father cames back (forgot something ) . he asked very ungry "whats that what are you doing" i answer him immediatly "i just try to light the cigarette for this client he have not fire" he turned his face then look at the client and said him " oh Monsieur sorry ...you smoke too much at least dont smoke two cigarettes at same time " ...the man had already a cigarette i did not see it he was behind the bar (counter-bar). near my father.
my father dead last year ( 23/02/04 ) i am 38 years old now my son 4 years old .
we realize how fathers are important vital only when they are not here with us...i miss him too much.
thank you very much rainne while i am writing this story i remember my father all my life with him and too much souenir.
as you see english is not my first language (4th ) , and i hope you understand all.

I read the request for father’s day stories and asked my dad a question. I said “Dad, tell me. What was the most memorable fathers day you ever had?” the answer I got was not what I expected. When he started telling me the story I found myself listening intently and hanging on every word. This may or may not be what you are looking for, but I just had to get it out of me and written down. So here is my 2 hrs worth of creative writing and just as a side note, I’ll be having lunch with my dad this father’s day and I am thankful that we can spend the time together that we do.


This is the story he told me.



It was June 1966, in the area of Chu Lai Vietnam. He was assigned to a combat unit and was returning from a 2-day patrol. As he labors up the hill into the rather dismayed cluster of tents and foxholes he was thinking of nothing but the few short days he had left in this hell. At this point he would have never have thought he could be raised out of the exhaustion that was overcoming him. Expecting to collapse in his bunk, he was surprised to see a rather large box in the middle of his cot.

It was from home…

Setting his gear down he sat beside the box and pulled out his knife. Carefully slicing the restraints he opened it and looked in. It was a gold mine of wonderful, no, beautiful objects. There were things that could hardly be imagined in the terrible nightmare going on outside his tent. There was rain gear, and a Zippo lighter, three bottles of hot sauce. Inside there was an entire one of aunt Maggie’s pond cakes that made the whole tent smell like a little bit of home. A few cans of sardines, there was even fresh socks. In this box was a multitude of delicious and useful things that palled in comparison to what he found in the bottom of the box.

There was a small paper envelope slipped off to one side, nearly missed in the frenzy of examining all the things he had received. Picking it up he flipped it over. It read (and I quote) “Huppy Fathers Day” in bright red crayon. In that moment the emotion that swelled in him was rising to the point he trembled as he carefully opened the envelope and removed the dozen or so pictures. His rough and callused hands cradled them like sacred objects. Slowly flipping through them he was spinning into a deep place. His gut was wrenching as he arrived at the last picture. It was a picture of me. Wearing one of his old army jackets that was much

What wonderful memories you folks are sharing. I'm in tears right now reading them.

I have so many memories of my dad, even little things. Like, when I was a little girl and I'd go to Church with my family...I'd sit on my daddy's lap during sermon, and twirl his thumbs around each other to keep me occupied. How wonderful it was to not have the worries of the world on our shoulders, and how our dads carried that burden for us. I was always very proud of my dad.

You know, when my daughter turned two, I phoned up my parents and did two things.

1. I apologised for all the heartache and worry I caused them, and
2. Thanked them for doing all they did.

I miss my dad alot. He's still around, but we're 3000 miles apart. I'll always be my daddy's little girl

oops just saw that it wont be decided until sunday sorry..........

No Problem Always glad to help.

Still two more days to tell me some stories

I wasn't aware of that! Hmmm interesting.


For all of you who entered my contest, please post your AP usernames so that I can find my winner this afternoon during the game

Thanks