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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Mum's brother
Aged 12, first visit to India. Wondering why I've never really heard much about my mum's older brother and his family, especially as they seem so normal. Then a few days later at one of those massive, nauseating weddings I sit in wonder at the amount of opium my uncle and his wife consume. Their farm is close to the spot near the river where dead bodies are cremated before putting the ashes into the water the next day. People leave food out for the 'spirits' which my uncle's kids would often happily eat. I found this out when I saw them checking out the latest cremation, putting the charred skull onto a stick and running around with it. Years later when we were going through some old photos I realised one of their green fields was chock full of the most luxurious cannibis plants you've ever seen, which are still there. I'm thinking of setting up a package holiday company to my uncle's farm.
( , Sat 7 Jul 2007, 14:24, Reply)
Aged 12, first visit to India. Wondering why I've never really heard much about my mum's older brother and his family, especially as they seem so normal. Then a few days later at one of those massive, nauseating weddings I sit in wonder at the amount of opium my uncle and his wife consume. Their farm is close to the spot near the river where dead bodies are cremated before putting the ashes into the water the next day. People leave food out for the 'spirits' which my uncle's kids would often happily eat. I found this out when I saw them checking out the latest cremation, putting the charred skull onto a stick and running around with it. Years later when we were going through some old photos I realised one of their green fields was chock full of the most luxurious cannibis plants you've ever seen, which are still there. I'm thinking of setting up a package holiday company to my uncle's farm.
( , Sat 7 Jul 2007, 14:24, Reply)
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