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Describe your parents
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Started by Doreee
(2014-12-14 01:03:43)
carlos11 (2014-12-15 05:11:56)
Expect no empathy from me. I don't know pain. I cannot understand.

I don't even understand the concept of death. No one in my life has ever died. This is where my wisdom is lacking.
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TheIronMadden (2014-12-15 05:20:28)
Mom: Nice, there for me, can be strict (not as much anymore though)
Dad: Nice, can sometimes be a bit quiet, can also lose his temper real easily (and when he loses it, he REALLY loses it)
You won't see me here, but you might find me if you look in the right places.
BirdJesus (2014-12-15 05:22:47)
My parents are extremely flawed, but they have hearts of gold.
"Ugh, I need to go masturbate now. Whenever I get mad or worried, that's what I do."
-mega, the homosexual animal rapist.
Leviathan (2014-12-15 08:34:25)
My father was always somewhere. He was either messing with his boats, or leaving me and my mother alone, while he went God-knows where. But I was forced to fend for myself at a young age, because my mother was murdered, and was done unspeakable things to... I don't like to think about it. My Dad never came back. Every so often, I'll see him around. I never left my hometown. I'll see him slither around like the snake he is. With that beastly look on his face. He expects me to forgive him, but I don't. I never will. He didn't have to watch his mother get murdered.. Skinned... Cut into pieces.. He didn't have to watch his mothers skin be draped over a tent, and be used as shielding from the rain... All the while her insides remained in the tent, on a feasting table. Just waiting for somebody to come and eat my mother... Damn you father. You could have saved her...
I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
Chloeee (2014-12-15 08:58:35)
My dad is ignorant, can't take a joke and is so racist that it hurts my insides.

My mum, on the other hand, is kind, but too relaxed and laid back.
My life is a chip in your pile. Ante up!
AntiChrist (2014-12-15 16:42:10)
My dad is pretty nice. He puts up with a lot of whining and complaining from my ungrateful younger siblings who he constantly buys so much toys and junkfood for. He reads a lot and always checks my school thing on the computer and tells ne which assignments I'm missing (or the assignments my teachers misplaced that they thing I didn't turn in) and reminds me about upcoming tests which is very helpful.

He's very overly grateful for the small amount of work I find to do around the house.

His greatest flaw is that he is a pushover when it cones to my siblings. They practically think they are in charge of him now.

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2014-12-15 16:43:37

Leviathan (2014-12-15 19:07:52)
Get out, Brandon. This thread is for whining about your horrible life.You aren't allowed to be happy here.
I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
AntiChrist (2014-12-15 20:18:38)
In that case, would you like me to mention my mother? I don't exactly feel I need to though. Lots of people here have it bad themselves so I sort of feel better.
Dimentia (2014-12-15 21:35:37)
@little5 Exactly.
Go to boo, i moved there.
Nutsy (2014-12-15 21:47:44)
Wait....

Just read Leviathan's post.

I don't believe a lot of what you say, but that's completely bull.
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little5 (2014-12-15 22:26:48)
Just gonna post a relevant joke, I guess.

Spoiler: show
There was a small boy who was put to bed by his parents. The boy had a nightmare, and got out of bed to go to his parents room.

When he got there, he saw mommy bouncing up and down on daddy. When his dad noticed him in the doorway, the kid ran away.

The mother got off and got dressed quickly, and went to the boy’s room. He was in his bed, and he asked, “Mommy, what were you doing to daddy?”

The mother replied, “Well, your father has noticed his belly getting bigger, and I was just trying to flatten his tummy for him by bouncing on it.”

“Oh, that’s what you were doing. But you’re wasting your time mommy.” The boy said.

“Oh, and why is that?” The mom asked.

“Because everyday when you leave for work, the neighbor lady comes over, gets on her knees and blows it right back up again.

RedArt (2014-12-15 22:27:53)
gayy lmao
good
DrakeJericho (2014-12-15 23:39:17)
I lived with my mother my whole life ( before she died two years ago ), but I didn't really exactly like her growing up.

I mean she was a chill person I suppose but she didn't really give so much crap about me. I basically had to depend on my brother ( sometimes my dad when he wasn't drunk/out with friends every single day ) for support. My mom was a druggy.

Assuming you're wondering how she died, heart attack. But like, it was a heart attack that came from her taking pills and drinking at the same time. And had a heart attack and died.


My dad was arrested three or so years ago for illegally selling drugs. He just got out in May of this year. I've only seen him once. He seems like a better man than what he was before, but unfortunately I don't live with him. He lives with his mother. ( my other grandma )
carlos11 (2014-12-15 23:47:45)
What's wrong, Nuts?
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Nutsy (2014-12-15 23:52:16)
The post on the last page where he says his mother was skinned. Does anybody actually believe that?
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