
Mrs Liveinabin tells us: My mum told me to eat my vegetables, or I wouldn't get any pudding. I'm 32 and told her I could do what I like. I ate my vegetables. Tell us about mums.
( , Thu 11 Feb 2010, 13:21)
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It's a heartwarming story about the world's best mother.
Not.
( , Fri 12 Feb 2010, 14:31, 5 replies)

It'd look like her
( , Fri 12 Feb 2010, 14:46, closed)

about rough upbringings with abusive, drunk, doped-up, or just batfuck mentalist mothers - many of them quite tragic - this one is somehow sadder and more chilling than all of them put together.
Is that a commentary on my personality, or is that woman actually in an altogether different league of fucked-uppitude?
( , Fri 12 Feb 2010, 14:54, closed)

but forced rodent squishing is an all time ghastly low.
( , Thu 18 Feb 2010, 6:14, closed)
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