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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Terrible? Edge of the seat, at least.Time to return home from the stay at the summer cottage. Load the car up, me and my little brother and my dad in the front seat because the car is full of stuff.
Dad stops and picks up a hitchiker, which pisses me off as there isn't room and four in the front seat is a) a crowd and b) illegal. And it's a guy, not a buxom female. Friendly enough, and pretty quiet. Dad drops him off an hour later and we continue.
Another hour and a half later, we arrive home to meet mom, who is not pleased. Dad's still so drunk he can't remotely fake being sober, staggering up the driveway and slurring his words as he pretends to be just fine.
(, Tue 21 Aug 2007, 23:06, Reply)
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