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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Don't open the glove box.My dad left me in the car, sat in the front passenger seat. He left me with strict instructions not to open the glove box. An inquisitive wee Weejock left alone and told NOT to open the glove box...
Of course I had to have a look.
Dear god why didn't I listen to the man!
I found a long white cylindrical object with a shaped tip. Wow! One of those fat multi-coloured biros! Strangely when I twisted it I didn't get orange biro. The Thing just vibrated in my hands. I thought I broke it.
I mean who the fuck leaves a vibrator in the car? My hands have touched what touched my mother's intimate bits!
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Weejock, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 14:10,
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