
My 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.)
( , Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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A roasted pea:
When I was a young lass, then as now I enjoyed indolence, procrastination and lying around on my bed a lot (little has changed in 20 years). Our house was in the process of being built, complete enough to live in but without essential trimmings such as paint. One day in exasperation at my utter uselessness my dad grabbed a tin of poo brown paint and wrote in huge letters on my bedroom door:
DEAD SHIT HEAVEN
( , Sat 18 Aug 2007, 16:03, Reply)
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