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 Dad.....Did have a few faults (see numerous posts below)
But on the other hand he had a fucking massive stash of porn that he just couldn't be arsed to hide. I was 'wise in the ways of the woman' looong before my mates - and as a 6 year old avid reader of 70's skin-mag 'Knave', 'Mandy Moore' means a whole cumbubbling lot more to me than some gobshite pop singer let me tell ya!
He also introduced me to the joys of alcoholism....(good thing or bad thing? you decide) and although nobody in the world seems to agree with me, I'm sure I got my combination of singing voice and nuclear blast gob volume from him.
Also, now he's passed retirement, about half my height, 2 out of his 3 kids have done alright for themselves, he's got a few bob and hasn't got the weight of the world on his shoulders (apart from mum), he's now a top bloke.
This QOTW has shown me that without question, there are a shed-of-sheep-shit-load of people in the world that are waaaaaay more cunty than he ever was. Hopefully that goes the same for some of you other B3tards out there.
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