Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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One Skin Bombers...My Dad spacked university. He lasted three months...I suppose Nepalese temple balls got the better of his ambition. Once he'd got his head together (ie had a child), he became a forester. Hours of relentless rain coupled with sticking up high tensile fences must have taken its toll...he signed on to the Open University. I clearly remember the sweet smell of weed smoke eminating from his room, when he was busy "writing essays"...."Dad's just having his one skin bomber"... Funnily enough, he's now an analyst in that City, and I'm doing Open University...
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wotofco pissing in your swimming pool, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 2:29,
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