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 was my fault
but when my sister and I were little our prize shared possession was an enormous poster of Larry Wilcox and Eric Estrada in CHiPs (California Highway Patrol for those of you who were imagining a glossy poster of men in a bowl of french fries) CHiPs was obviously the best show on TV and even now when I get hold of a tape-measure my automatic reponse is to extend the tape by an inch or so and give the CHiPs call-sign as if it were a walkie-talkie.
Anyway, we had the lovely poster having saved up to buy it in Boots and it dominated our small bedroom. One day, not that long after we had got it, I was having a small child fit about something which has been long forgotten and, to emphasise my righteous anger, I kicked my slippers at the poster, striking Ponch and John squarely in the face. Sadly for me my mum chose that exact moment to pass by the bedroom door and my shoe kicking did not impress her. As a punishment she took down the poster, ripped it up and put it in the bin. (Which, now I think about it was a bit hard on my sister who had done nothing.)
CHiPs was gone, I had learnt a harsh lesson and I was a sadder and wiser child. Then my sister got a replacment poster of Adam Ant who I didn't like at all. I no longer throw footwear around in anger.
( , Mon 18 Aug 2008, 13:52, 2 replies)
but when my sister and I were little our prize shared possession was an enormous poster of Larry Wilcox and Eric Estrada in CHiPs (California Highway Patrol for those of you who were imagining a glossy poster of men in a bowl of french fries) CHiPs was obviously the best show on TV and even now when I get hold of a tape-measure my automatic reponse is to extend the tape by an inch or so and give the CHiPs call-sign as if it were a walkie-talkie.
Anyway, we had the lovely poster having saved up to buy it in Boots and it dominated our small bedroom. One day, not that long after we had got it, I was having a small child fit about something which has been long forgotten and, to emphasise my righteous anger, I kicked my slippers at the poster, striking Ponch and John squarely in the face. Sadly for me my mum chose that exact moment to pass by the bedroom door and my shoe kicking did not impress her. As a punishment she took down the poster, ripped it up and put it in the bin. (Which, now I think about it was a bit hard on my sister who had done nothing.)
CHiPs was gone, I had learnt a harsh lesson and I was a sadder and wiser child. Then my sister got a replacment poster of Adam Ant who I didn't like at all. I no longer throw footwear around in anger.
( , Mon 18 Aug 2008, 13:52, 2 replies)
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