Bad shit right there

Yep.

One time when I was like 8, my dad was making pasta for dinner and he spilled a pot of boiling water-noodles all down his front and he's just completely silent for a solid 10 seconds. I say, "Dad? Are you okay?" And he just sighs and says, "Son of a biscuit eater." Really quietly. Then he starts walking towards the garage with the boiling water and wet noodles still on him and I say, "Dad? Where are you going?" And he said, "I'm going to the garage." And then he enters the garage, and it's a good 2 or 3 seconds before we hear a muffled "F**K!"

Your dad has amazing self control.