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My sister was told she could see Nirvana the next time they came to Adelaide. Still hear about it!When I was fourteen they didn't let me see the Highwaymen.
I hold onto slim hopes that your parents are Jeff Bezos and Wally Funk.They left this world too early
You and Lyle being bessie mates has always tickled me.My parents were ok apart from the fact that they were ultra religious so I had to attend church every Sunday and sent us to a Christian school. My best mate at school was Lyle Shelton. What different paths we trod.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds.
Meh, top bunk is overrated anyway. Pain in the arse when you need to go to the toilet.I wasn't allowed to sleep on the top bunk when I was a kid because mum didn't want to make the bed
Let us broken people have our threadBoth my parents were good
Mum was close to perfect,dad would work massive hours and still come home after a long shift on Saturday afternoon and take us to the last half of the footy if it was on at Glenferrie oval or during the week in Summer to the beach or a swim in the Yarra or local pool.
Both never saw me play footy though
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds.
Mum and Dad divorced when I was 6. Went to live with Dad. He was wierd, controlling and emotionally abusive. Mum was a alcoholic narcissist who didn’t give me the time of day.
Currently in therapy.
They don't really believe ADHD is a thing. My kid is diagnosed, medicated and regularly treated by a psychiatrist, but somehow... it's not real because no-one had it when they were kids or when I was a kid.
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds.