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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It's me, me, me, I'm the crazy one, look everyone I'm MAD!
*In support of Fishyfishyfish*
I'm, like, sooooooooo mad! No I really am the mad one in our family, I paint my fingernails black/write poems about Michael Hutchence on my AS Level Business file/drink Mad Dog 20-20 until it comes out of my ears/watch Teletubbies/use my maths compass to carve the initials of my tutor on my hand/always wear odd socks/wear too much green eyeshadow/still suck my thumb/won't eat meat/dairy/wheat/sugar/food yada yada yada
No-one understands me, that's how mad I am. Like, we went to see Great-Uncle Norman and he didn't recognise my mum and she cried and said something about him looking after her in the war but who cares about that, it was soooo boring and I'd written a poem about dead leaves but no-one wanted to read it... bastards.
( , Tue 10 Jul 2007, 14:20, Reply)
*In support of Fishyfishyfish*
I'm, like, sooooooooo mad! No I really am the mad one in our family, I paint my fingernails black/write poems about Michael Hutchence on my AS Level Business file/drink Mad Dog 20-20 until it comes out of my ears/watch Teletubbies/use my maths compass to carve the initials of my tutor on my hand/always wear odd socks/wear too much green eyeshadow/still suck my thumb/won't eat meat/dairy/wheat/sugar/food yada yada yada
No-one understands me, that's how mad I am. Like, we went to see Great-Uncle Norman and he didn't recognise my mum and she cried and said something about him looking after her in the war but who cares about that, it was soooo boring and I'd written a poem about dead leaves but no-one wanted to read it... bastards.
( , Tue 10 Jul 2007, 14:20, Reply)
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