I've been involved in some absolute classics (as far as my family's concerned at least).
There was the time I gave a small badge in the shape of Rudolph with flashing lights for eyes to my nan for Christmas. My mother's sister then decided to tell said nan that what I was actually doing was making a statment about her mental health (which was failing)...somehow. Not that I was a piss-poor student and couldn't actually afford to eat at the time, no, I was being an insensitive cunt. This caused a poop-storm of epic proportions and led to me not speaking to either of them for around four years. The only reason I spoke to them was at nan's funeral and that was to say the words 'Excuse me' when trying to get past. I hate that bitch (mother's sister) with every ounce of my being for the way she poisoned her parents against me. I also live in sadness that things were never resolved between the old dear and myself.

Other legendary bust-ups include the time my brother performed a'Pile-driver' type wrestling move on me and was caught by our dad. That beating was brilliant and still warms my heart to this day. Ok it wasn't so much a bust up as a smiting of my brother but he went off in a huff afterwards and refused to speak to me for a bit. So it sort of counts. One I've just recalled being told by my dad was that, at some point in the 18th-ish century some of our ancestors were annoyed with each other to the opint were they not only stopped talking but changed the spelling of their name (still pronounced it the same though) and moved to a different part of the country. Awesome says I.

I'll see if I get permission to tell you good people about some of the stuff that my girlfriend's family get up to. I swear they're like a Deep South Hillbilly clan with the way theu're 'A fussin' and a feudin'.
( Funkenschlag still likes dogs more than cats, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:47, Reply)