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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Chav DadJust had the misfortune of seeing a typical young chav Dad bedecked in the usual finery, tracksuit, trainers, cap at jaunty angle, football shirt walking along while his rancid woman propelled their screaming child in it's pushchair.
The vile Dad decided to indulge in that new and oh so revolting habit these chav peasants seem to be so fond of, that of blatantly putting his hand down his trousers whilst strutting along, in public, in front of his offspring. Nice example to set eh?
I assume he wasn't checking a hernia so instead of cupping his reproductive organs so openly and proudly, I believe they should be violently ripped off and stamped on, thus castrating the pleb and saving us from more of his vile spawn polluting our streets.
So there.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Tue 21 Aug 2007, 12:05,
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