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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gotta love 'emout for a meal with a few friends t'other day, sat in the beer garden of some country pub or other, filled with families and their sprogs.
One particular family seemed to be having a reunion of some kind, and while the men and boys threw an american football around (of course), the women and girls sat and watched and played with their precious toys. All seemed normal until one of the boys dropped the ball, at which point his dad walks up and starts slapping his legs, shouting "That's not how you catch it! You catch it like this!" and proceeded to hurl the ball full speed into the boys face.
To my complete horror, and shamefully to some ambient amusement, the rest of the family seemed to think this was a good idea, and started jeering at the boy whenever he subsequently dropped the ball.
Terrible Familying in general methinks.
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Dazz - In Your Base, Killing Your Dudes since, Sun 19 Aug 2007, 23:16,
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