Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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hillbilly haircuteven though it wasn't work, it was humiliating.
in 1970 i was 10, already sporting an AWESOME bouffant, and the mother used to shear it off of me like a sheep with this razor contraption you'd see advertised on tv. how it worked is, you would place a razor in between two plastic pieces that were shaped like a comb, and screw it together, creating a kind of hillbilly haircutting contraption.
she did me over the garbage can that was on the side of our house. the neighbors, they would laugh and laugh. how i begged for her to stop doing it...the frikin beyotch.
ps-im 45 now and i have an outstanding head of hair. yay.
(, Sun 19 Feb 2006, 3:58, Reply)
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