Uncle Pete
I have an uncle and when we were all invited over to stay for the weekend many moons ago, he asked if me and my sister were fussy eaters. My dad told him that my sister is a tad fussy but as long as there's cereal she'd be happy as a pig in sh!t.

so we arrived at the house for the weekend to find that my uncle had hidden ALL traces of cereal in his house. we were told he was all out but later found the boxes under the sink or some stupid hiding spot.

the sunday morning we were told by my uncle and his then wife/gf/whatever that they would treat us to breakfast.

so my father took us all off to tesco with the promise of a nice full english. when it came to paying my uncle refused to pay and stated that it was actually my fathers idea to go there in the first place.

some kind exchanges were made to the effect of 'fuck off you tight twunt' - and they didn't speak for years.

until this year when he brings over the offspring from his failed marraige who proceeded to try and demolish our house. happy days.

(However there is a moral to this story. hsi wife divorced him for a younger man (what happens when a 35 year old marries an 18 year old), got custody of both children, got the majority of the house which was a secluded lovely house in the middle of the country.) and now he's a jobless wonder who is still tight as ever, but poor as fuck.

yay.
(Chojin doesn't know what day of the week it is, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 11:02, Reply)