Seems like yesterday.

Her 'stache seems like it's coming in nicely...

Oh yeah, I hate when that happens.

Mine never drank alcohol. And it was usually something less breakable but more damaging...like a can of dog food.

/yep, she's rotting a nursing home

Rip out her uterus and give the boys to someone that actually would care about them.
Heartbreaking.

This kid was lucky. I used to have to hurl the glass at my own head after getting home from ten hours of work at the mill, two hours after I left for school.

I can almost top that, but in the spirit of keeping anyone I know from identifying me by my posts, I'll refrain.



/if only I could anonymously

For some reason the song from The Wonder Years started playing as I read the headline.

/has had it with this shiat
//parenting license, stat!

Mine would wakeup, yell at me for missing the bus and then drive me to school grumbling the entire way about me missing the bus.
/Though my mother worked the night shift instead of being an alcoholic.
//And my bus picked me up in front of my door so there wasn't any excuse for missing it.
/// Yeah I had a pretty stable childhood unlike these poor kids.

jingks: This kid was lucky. I used to have to hurl the glass at my own head after getting home from ten hours of work at the mill, two hours after I left for school.

I know, right? And what luxury subby lives in. I had to walk ten miles to school, then the mines, then home. The only time I got a car ride was to the acid mines.

miss diminutive: For some reason the song from The Wonder Years started playing as I read the headline.

I LOL'd.

/Chattanoogan
//No Tennessee tag yet?

Mom was a saint.

Dad, on the other hand, could lash out violently any time you woke him (largely due to what I now know was alcohol and crystal meth working in tandem.) However, if you only partially woke him using a gentle, semi-monotone voice he'd agree to anything to asked.

/never made use of that
//really
///ok, maybe a few times

AppleOptionEsc: jingks: This kid was lucky. I used to have to hurl the glass at my own head after getting home from ten hours of work at the mill, two hours after I left for school.

I know, right? And what luxury subby lives in. I had to walk ten miles to school, then the mines, then home. The only time I got a car ride was to the acid mines.

OMG you got a car ride to the mines! You must have been one of the supervisors. I on the other hand had to walk barefoot 20 miles of broken glass, rusty nails and lava. Also we only had a drop of water to share with the others. And if we're good we get two drops of water.

Freschel: AppleOptionEsc: jingks: This kid was lucky. I used to have to hurl the glass at my own head after getting home from ten hours of work at the mill, two hours after I left for school.

I know, right? And what luxury subby lives in. I had to walk ten miles to school, then the mines, then home. The only time I got a car ride was to the acid mines.

OMG you got a car ride to the mines! You must have been one of the supervisors. I on the other hand had to walk barefoot 20 miles of broken glass, rusty nails and lava. Also we only had a drop of water to share with the others. And if we're good we get two drops of water.

two?!? ... you were lucky ...

Freschel: AppleOptionEsc: jingks: This kid was lucky. I used to have to hurl the glass at my own head after getting home from ten hours of work at the mill, two hours after I left for school.

I know, right? And what luxury subby lives in. I had to walk ten miles to school, then the mines, then home. The only time I got a car ride was to the acid mines.

OMG you got a car ride to the mines! You must have been one of the supervisors. I on the other hand had to walk barefoot 20 miles of broken glass, rusty nails and lava. Also we only had a drop of water to share with the others. And if we're good we get two drops of water.

We aren't here to hear all about your latest Minecraft fortress.

Yes

Still have the scar.

Mom?

Not really, but she clocked me with a stoneware coffee mug once.

I was being a dick though. And I was a teenager (the two seem related somehow). And she felt really bad. And she didn't ask me to lie.

So no.

myinternetname: I can almost top that, but in the spirit of keeping anyone I know from identifying me by my posts, I'll refrain.



/if only I could anonymously

A. My bet is your story isn't as unique as you think it is. Not to belittle you, but look at the main page.Strange stuff happens everyday. Most people wouldn't believe it.
B. That's what alt. accounts are for...

Kids these days have it so easy. My mother used to wake me and my brother up to go to school. Then she'd cook us french toast or waffles or some shiat, with bacon or sausage, big glass of farking orange juice, then have the audacity to wish us a good day and tell us she loves us! You can't imagine the emotional scarring that has left, it's taken me 30 years to get over all that.

CSB - In grade school, don't remember which grade, my mom ran over my foot, pulling away from the loading zone, after I got out of the car. This was in a huge V8 boat-car which was typical at the time. Through the shoe, it ripped all the skin off the top of my foot. But nothing was broken (isn't it nice being a kid?).

My mom, not realizing what had happened, continued driving away to work. I just went through the school day with a bloody foot seeping through my shoe.

Markus D:

/has had it with this shiat
//parenting license, stat!

totally

/of course, it would pretty much drop our birth rate to zero or even negative (more die than born)
//then we'd be paying for immigrants to come here
///we're farked no matter what we do

My mom rocked the silent treatment like a champ. That hurt more than any physical beating.

My dad, when he was alive though went old school with the leather belt on the hands or a wiffle ball bat on the ass.

All that said, is anyone else confused that the police went to the home because the kids missed school? Is that common nowadays or is there more to the story?

Markus D: [0.tqn.com image 500x336]

/has had it with this shiat
//parenting license, stat!

I couldn't possibly fit her in until Monday, sir. I'm booked solid.

Elect Rick Scrotorum and this kind of thing will never happen.

Good news everybody, I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

/when you read stuff in Professor Farnsworths' voice, then everything in the world is alright again
//Same goes for Morgan Freeman and James Earl Jones

I'd hit it, I'd just be just to watch out for the reprisal.

Coelacanth: Mine never got arrested.

/40 years later the nurse called me at home and asked me if they could take her off life-support...

The obvious answer would have been "yes". However, the better answer would have been... "Is she in pain?"... and then base your answer on that.

/had a similar shiatty mother situation, mine was also never arrested.
//not envious of your position here actually, I'd not an ass in real life, just play one of the internet, not sure how I would proceed and would rather she just die and I read about it in the paper one day.

My mom was catatonic on Serax and Reds throughout the period 1965 - 1990. My little brother took to joining different religious summer camps sos he could eat. Not much frontal lobe activity with that woman:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyDliT0GZpE&feature=youtu.be

//paste it into your browser
//this is a rare thing that I would say anyone would benefit to watch

King of Carrot Flowers?

Markus D: [0.tqn.com image 500x336]

/has had it with this shiat
//parenting license, stat!

Do you know kung-fu?

School days, school days
Dear old drunken mom days...

foxyshadis: Freschel: AppleOptionEsc: jingks: This kid was lucky. I used to have to hurl the glass at my own head after getting home from ten hours of work at the mill, two hours after I left for school.

I know, right? And what luxury subby lives in. I had to walk ten miles to school, then the mines, then home. The only time I got a car ride was to the acid mines.

OMG you got a car ride to the mines! You must have been one of the supervisors. I on the other hand had to walk barefoot 20 miles of broken glass, rusty nails and lava. Also we only had a drop of water to share with the others. And if we're good we get two drops of water.

We aren't here to hear all about your latest Minecraft fortress.

Huh what? Speak up sunny boy. I can't hear you. Oh mine craft, yes there is a craft in mining acid. But you have to be quick about it or you'll get splashed with acid. See this here scar? I wasn't fast enough. That darn acid ate through my skin and exposed my gizzards. I had to hold my innards and mine at the same time. It happened on the bad day. The owner saw what happened and had one of his goons to whip me. I wasn't fast enough to make quota.

I went home and my dad and mom also beat me til almost dead. Because I was short on beer money. It took about 2 weeks for that to heal. Such good times.

It was a tire iron for me. Those were the good ol' days!

I grew up on a farm where I was pissed because of 2 hour chores at 5 in the morning and 5 at night.
My Mom cooked 3 solid squares a day, cleaned, did our laundry... you name it... I thought they were all like that. Boy was I wrong; and boy do I owe my Mom a debt of gratitude. Thanks Mom.