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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I already know that this may sound a little farfetched but believe me it is all true and not some Star Wars pun.
I had a fairly nasty feud with my brother (God I hate calling him that).
I am lucky enough to say that I was adopted into a family that were loaded. The old geezer that was my Dad was ok despite having a ridiculous name (Wilton). My guess is he took pity on me as I was a in need a bit of hospital work (Actual medical work needed on my face due to a pretty nasty accident) . Luckily my new dad was loaded and paid for the best work to be done on my features, along with a couple of extra cosmetic enhancements thrown in to the surgery.
Anywhoo after the treatment I was a model son and did whatever my dad wanted, I even changed my name to his family one . Sadly he wasn’t long of this earth and died a while later due to a terminal illness. I was gutted at the loss and carried on my day to day life working for his company.
Then my new brother showed up.
During the time I was in surgery I was told that my new dad already had a son similar age as me and was somewhere abroad. When I finally did get to meet my bro I realised that my Dad had lied to me about a couple of things.
Firstly my bro was abroad, but my dad had failed to mention was that he was in a prison for doing god knows what.
Secondly the cosmetic surgery that my loving dad paid for was to repair my features but the “extra’s” he paid for (Better nose, shape of face etc etc) were to make me look just like his real son.
Third and final point was that my new brother hated me. Lots.
At first I thought he was jealous of petty things like my lifestyle or my motor (It was a pretty flash car if I do say so myself and a reason for anyone to get jealous, but I then found out that he had a similar car as mine, apart from the horrid grey paintjob). I decided that he was just a twat.
Thankfully he ended up dying before series two ended- which is a shame as I loved his goatee- really showed his evil side.
Garth R.I.P
(Drives Pontiac Firebird Trans Am away towards purple tinted skyline)
Apologies for lack of turbo boost
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 13:00, 1 reply)
I already know that this may sound a little farfetched but believe me it is all true and not some Star Wars pun.
I had a fairly nasty feud with my brother (God I hate calling him that).
I am lucky enough to say that I was adopted into a family that were loaded. The old geezer that was my Dad was ok despite having a ridiculous name (Wilton). My guess is he took pity on me as I was a in need a bit of hospital work (Actual medical work needed on my face due to a pretty nasty accident) . Luckily my new dad was loaded and paid for the best work to be done on my features, along with a couple of extra cosmetic enhancements thrown in to the surgery.
Anywhoo after the treatment I was a model son and did whatever my dad wanted, I even changed my name to his family one . Sadly he wasn’t long of this earth and died a while later due to a terminal illness. I was gutted at the loss and carried on my day to day life working for his company.
Then my new brother showed up.
During the time I was in surgery I was told that my new dad already had a son similar age as me and was somewhere abroad. When I finally did get to meet my bro I realised that my Dad had lied to me about a couple of things.
Firstly my bro was abroad, but my dad had failed to mention was that he was in a prison for doing god knows what.
Secondly the cosmetic surgery that my loving dad paid for was to repair my features but the “extra’s” he paid for (Better nose, shape of face etc etc) were to make me look just like his real son.
Third and final point was that my new brother hated me. Lots.
At first I thought he was jealous of petty things like my lifestyle or my motor (It was a pretty flash car if I do say so myself and a reason for anyone to get jealous, but I then found out that he had a similar car as mine, apart from the horrid grey paintjob). I decided that he was just a twat.
Thankfully he ended up dying before series two ended- which is a shame as I loved his goatee- really showed his evil side.
Garth R.I.P
(Drives Pontiac Firebird Trans Am away towards purple tinted skyline)
Apologies for lack of turbo boost
( , Fri 13 Nov 2009, 13:00, 1 reply)
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