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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I was a naughty ladI was a naughty lad, and regularly used to lock myself in the bathroom when being chased by an angry parent.
Locking the door for a few minutes would allow enough time for my parents red mist to settle and at least reduce the severity of my beating.
This was until one particularly naughty incident (which I wont go in to), I did my usual and made it into the bathroom, locked the door, had my face pinned against it and let out a sigh of relief. My solace was short lived as I was forcibly flung across the room, followed by the bathroom door as my father kicked it off the frame.
I then received the beating of my life.
Good times.
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