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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Quite dull
Every fucker in both my ma n pa's sides of the family are all morally uptight cunts who could never be "crazy" even if they tried. Bunch of snobby cunts.
Me old dear, however, is as mad as a hatter. Many moons ago this always used to manifest itself in violence apart from when she flipped when driving. Then she drove like a demented speed demon. Fuckin' awesome as a kid. Used to expect her to ramp onto a forest track (lived in nowheresville) and for me old man to grab a map and shout instructions about the track layout ahead. Tops. Wasn't as much fun when she came screaming to a halt, stormed of and me old man went timidly after her to retrieve her a couple of hours later. Now she's just moody mad.
My bro lost his memory, an' all, a couple of years ago. Not so much mental as sad. Like a year zero for memories. He's fine now just got no recollection of people and therefore places previous to him losing his marbles and his brain shutting down. He's the only person in the world I could talk to about the fun of growing up with me mum and dad. We had some right laughs reminiscing.
Fucksocks
Ain't families great.
( , Thu 12 Jul 2007, 8:52, Reply)
Every fucker in both my ma n pa's sides of the family are all morally uptight cunts who could never be "crazy" even if they tried. Bunch of snobby cunts.
Me old dear, however, is as mad as a hatter. Many moons ago this always used to manifest itself in violence apart from when she flipped when driving. Then she drove like a demented speed demon. Fuckin' awesome as a kid. Used to expect her to ramp onto a forest track (lived in nowheresville) and for me old man to grab a map and shout instructions about the track layout ahead. Tops. Wasn't as much fun when she came screaming to a halt, stormed of and me old man went timidly after her to retrieve her a couple of hours later. Now she's just moody mad.
My bro lost his memory, an' all, a couple of years ago. Not so much mental as sad. Like a year zero for memories. He's fine now just got no recollection of people and therefore places previous to him losing his marbles and his brain shutting down. He's the only person in the world I could talk to about the fun of growing up with me mum and dad. We had some right laughs reminiscing.
Fucksocks
Ain't families great.
( , Thu 12 Jul 2007, 8:52, Reply)
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