It's Not What It Looks Like!Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
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chthonic, Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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It was 1993 or 1994....and while I was an 8-year-old minding his own business, the IRA was up to their usual no good. So one day was approached by the parents......
"Cmon Diablo, we're going to a rally"
This was met with suprising enthusiasm from my young-self, and off I went with the parents and my suspiciously less enthusiastic older brother and sister, and we packed ourselves into our stunning navy-blue '83 Nissan Sunny. In the car I had great expectations for what lay ahead on my Sunday afternoon - my last day off before school.
So, I was fiercely disappointed when this "rally" turned out to be a gathering of sorry looking crusties standing around a cold, wet Dublin street shouting:
"Gerry Adams is a bad man" (or something of the like)
A peace rally!
I had been had. Conned. Duped. Bamboozled by my own parents! Such reckless use of the word "rally" made me think I was getting a new bike. Curses to you Mam and Dad, you dastardly fiends!
(, Wed 15 Dec 2010, 8:43, Reply)
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