Crazy Relatives
curvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
curvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
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They let him drive?!
Some years back I went to a family funeral. My parents managed to get a lift from a cousin, but I ended up in the back of my 85 year old uncles car.
As we set off *in the funeral procession* he was moaning that they were driving "too fucking slow". When we finally got to the main road and sped up, he started overtaking the other cars, narrowly missing numerous oncoming vehicles until he got right up behind the hearse.
I was sat in the back wedged between my uncles two terrified daughters and was convinced we would be the next funeral.
We got to the crem, and as he made a valiant effort to park his ford escort in a space barely big enough to accommodate a small town he hit the accelerator instead of the brake, hurtled over the grass verge and wiped out an innocent bench.
First time my dad ever heard me swear.
I got the bus home.
( , Sat 7 Jul 2007, 0:12, Reply)
Some years back I went to a family funeral. My parents managed to get a lift from a cousin, but I ended up in the back of my 85 year old uncles car.
As we set off *in the funeral procession* he was moaning that they were driving "too fucking slow". When we finally got to the main road and sped up, he started overtaking the other cars, narrowly missing numerous oncoming vehicles until he got right up behind the hearse.
I was sat in the back wedged between my uncles two terrified daughters and was convinced we would be the next funeral.
We got to the crem, and as he made a valiant effort to park his ford escort in a space barely big enough to accommodate a small town he hit the accelerator instead of the brake, hurtled over the grass verge and wiped out an innocent bench.
First time my dad ever heard me swear.
I got the bus home.
( , Sat 7 Jul 2007, 0:12, Reply)
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