Oh god, this one's even more embarrassing.Mum and evil cunt stepfather always did Sunday dinner, and one day I'd been out to my friends (I was 13 or so) house.
I always used to ask mum why they put a cut in the bottom of the sprouts, and they always told me it was because of the alligators. Of course I always laughed them off (while secretly thinking of ways to kill my stepfather), but the insisted.
So anyway, this one day after getting back from my friends house, I got home and Sunday dinner was on the go....
'mum, why do you put cuts in the bottom of the sprouts'
'for the alligators to get out, darling'
'fuck you'
and on it went.
Meanwhile, the cunt, er I mean stepfather comes in with a plaster on his finger and blood all over it. So of course I asked what was wrong and he said an alligator bit him
Ha ha I said, you're full of shit....but they persisted.
And persisted about the alligators.
So then at dinnertime, I turned a sprout over to get it on my fork, and there was blood all over it.
I screamed, my dinner went all over the floor and my mum, the cunt and my twin are rolling around laughing their asses off.
Of course, I never believed it was the alligators at all. I KNEW it was fake. I KNEW I KNEW I KNEW.
Dammit.
(I always used to ask mum why they put a cut in the bottom of the sprouts, and they always told me it was because of the alligators. Of course I always laughed them off (while secretly thinking of ways to kill my stepfather), but the insisted.
So anyway, this one day after getting back from my friends house, I got home and Sunday dinner was on the go....
'mum, why do you put cuts in the bottom of the sprouts'
'for the alligators to get out, darling'
'fuck you'
and on it went.
Meanwhile, the cunt, er I mean stepfather comes in with a plaster on his finger and blood all over it. So of course I asked what was wrong and he said an alligator bit him
Ha ha I said, you're full of shit....but they persisted.
And persisted about the alligators.
So then at dinnertime, I turned a sprout over to get it on my fork, and there was blood all over it.
I screamed, my dinner went all over the floor and my mum, the cunt and my twin are rolling around laughing their asses off.
Of course, I never believed it was the alligators at all. I KNEW it was fake. I KNEW I KNEW I KNEW.
Dammit.
Batshitmentalist is sane for once,
Thu 9 Oct 2003, 7:58,
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