Thrown away: The stuff you loved and lost.
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
Smash Wogan writes, "we all love our Mums, but we all know that Mums can be cunts, throwing out our carefully hoarded crap that we know is going to be worth millions some day."
What priceless junk have you lost because someone just threw it out?
Zero points for "all my porn". Unless it was particularly good porn...
( , Thu 14 Aug 2008, 16:32)
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It's in the sand...
Remember that advert for something or other when a brat has buried something important on the beach, cue exasperated dad.
It was like that but much, much worse.
A "friend" of mine, the kind you make when fate or the NCT thrust your parents at other parents and the kids are supposed to become lifelong friends, and I went to west wittering for a day trip with our families, and I was allowed to take one toy with me to play with, otherwise I'd lose some (Oh the irony), so I obviously chose my very best, Optimus Prime, only the cab bit though because the plastic trailer was shit.
Anyway, after a series of tempestuous spats and makings up, we were packing up to go and I found us one transformer short.
Tears of fury welled in my eyes as I realised said "friend" was the last to have him, who after the kind of interrogation only a mother can subject a boy too admitted he'd buried Optimus after one of our fights.
I think it was the defining moment in my life when I decided to not get too attached to "stuff", ever since then it has been I with the cavalier attitude to objects, rendering me, at least in reference to this qotw, a cunt.
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 13:25, Reply)
Remember that advert for something or other when a brat has buried something important on the beach, cue exasperated dad.
It was like that but much, much worse.
A "friend" of mine, the kind you make when fate or the NCT thrust your parents at other parents and the kids are supposed to become lifelong friends, and I went to west wittering for a day trip with our families, and I was allowed to take one toy with me to play with, otherwise I'd lose some (Oh the irony), so I obviously chose my very best, Optimus Prime, only the cab bit though because the plastic trailer was shit.
Anyway, after a series of tempestuous spats and makings up, we were packing up to go and I found us one transformer short.
Tears of fury welled in my eyes as I realised said "friend" was the last to have him, who after the kind of interrogation only a mother can subject a boy too admitted he'd buried Optimus after one of our fights.
I think it was the defining moment in my life when I decided to not get too attached to "stuff", ever since then it has been I with the cavalier attitude to objects, rendering me, at least in reference to this qotw, a cunt.
( , Fri 15 Aug 2008, 13:25, Reply)
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