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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Sad,Sad, Sad...After reading all of these stories I feel I have to share my tale.
I once asked my mummy for a piggy-back before bed and she wouldn't. I cried.
She's 5 foot tall and 77 and I'm 6 foot and 47.
Bitch.
(Now get the fuck back on topic or there'll be trouble...)
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 15:38,
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