Family Feuds
Pooster tells us that a relative was once sent to the shops to buy an onion, while the rest of the family went on a daytrip while he was gone. Meanwhile, whole sections of our extended kin still haven't got over a wedding brawl fifteen years ago – tell us about families at war.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:24)
Pooster tells us that a relative was once sent to the shops to buy an onion, while the rest of the family went on a daytrip while he was gone. Meanwhile, whole sections of our extended kin still haven't got over a wedding brawl fifteen years ago – tell us about families at war.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:24)
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Bath time
Back in the days of water conservation (or being poor so me and my brother had to share a bath) there was always a battle to see who would get the side of the bath with out the taps.
Now both of us being young and only 11 months between us it always resulted in huge fights for the coveted smooth side.
Now on this day in particular I managed to sneakily win by waiting right by the bathroom door while my mother drew the bath. I was happily splashing around and playing with my toys as most young boys did when I noticed my brother vigorously scrubbing and simultaneously washing his hair.
I thought nothing of it and carried on destroying bubbles with my submarine when I say him dash out of the bath at lightning speed.
Now you may be wondering why he washed so fast and ran out as his little legs could carry him.
It was because he released a steaming big shit in the bath that was slowly floating it's way toward me. and yes I did manage to get out in time. Just.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:03, Reply)
Back in the days of water conservation (or being poor so me and my brother had to share a bath) there was always a battle to see who would get the side of the bath with out the taps.
Now both of us being young and only 11 months between us it always resulted in huge fights for the coveted smooth side.
Now on this day in particular I managed to sneakily win by waiting right by the bathroom door while my mother drew the bath. I was happily splashing around and playing with my toys as most young boys did when I noticed my brother vigorously scrubbing and simultaneously washing his hair.
I thought nothing of it and carried on destroying bubbles with my submarine when I say him dash out of the bath at lightning speed.
Now you may be wondering why he washed so fast and ran out as his little legs could carry him.
It was because he released a steaming big shit in the bath that was slowly floating it's way toward me. and yes I did manage to get out in time. Just.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 17:03, Reply)
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