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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My parents,Are adorable little potheads.
My dad is rather open about it, honest and understanding. In fact sometimes he'll front me some when the times are dry or I get good grades. (I go to art school and get VERY good grades). Once when we were visiting my college we lit up a doobie in the mini van. That what memories are made of, if you can remember them.
My mom tries to hide it, and fails. She likes to pretend I don't do it either. Bummer, where's the love?
Also my little sister (10) found my vibrater once, thought it was a bomb, took it to my mom, who promptly told her it was a "neck massager" and massaged my crusty juices all over her neck. Ahh retribution.
(, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 15:31, Reply)
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