Turning into your parentsUnable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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I was walking through an art gallery,getting more and more pissed-off at the so-called 'artists'.
"My kid could do that!" I said angrily.
Then I realised I was Jackson Pollock's father.
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