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Unable 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

(, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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I'm turning into my father more
It all starts off when I was a small kid. I had inherited my fathers obsession for shiny relics, and whilst he was obsessed with a cup or somesuch nonsense, I was often out searching for rare artifacts. At one point, a few years back, I ended up going to India with this woman and kid I knew from a nightclub in Shanghai, and ended up saving a bunch of kids and some stones from some bloody nutters and returned all the kids to their village. And got very few thanks for it.

I buggered off back home and ended up teaching again for a bit, before ending up traveling to South America to find a shiny statue, only to be chased by a bloody big boulder whilst trying to leave with the golden statue. I bumped into an old acquaintance there too, and had to give up my newly acquired statue. I then decided to go back and cool down and continue teaching, before getting roped into finding an old treasure chest before these mental guys could find it and do some crazy stuff with it. I ended up going to Egypt, and had a run in with the mental guys, and again later when they nicked the treasure chest which I'd found. Luckily though, they all ended up going a bit insane and killing themselves. I can't really tell because I was tied to a pole and had my eyes closed.

After all that, I ended up going traveling a bit more, and found more relics and stuff, before learning that my old man had gone missing. Turns out the daft old coot was wanted by members of the same gang of mentalists I'd bumped into earlier, and had been kidnapped by them because he knew the location of his special cup. I later met the leader of this gang, and he signed my dad's diary for some reason. The silly sod later got himself shot, and I had to go and get his special cup to heal him. I also found out that he's afraid of rats, and I guess I'm turning into him because I'm afraid of snakes. I've also lately adopted his phrases, such as saying "This is intolerable!", and calling my son Junior, much like he called me Junior.

Ah well, he's dead now so he can't really bother me any more.

Dr H. "Indiana" Jones, Jr.

(Apologies if bindun)
(, Wed 6 May 2009, 21:41, Reply)

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