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Post by Balto Bob on Sept 2, 2010 8:31:33 GMT -5
My dad had 4 smoke detectors in the hallway by our bedrooms. Also had 2 or 3 downstairs.
I can see 2 for backup purposes....but 4?
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Post by PurpleBlast on Sept 2, 2010 8:39:15 GMT -5
My dad used to paint the christmas lights that he would put out front when the paint would chip off. I think lights back then weren't as cheap at the stores.
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Post by aur0rafungirl84 on Sept 2, 2010 8:44:07 GMT -5
used to pretty openly have swingers parties/wifeswap get-togethers. they'd tell me and my brother, "OK, so and so are coming over so you need to go to anne's house for a sleepover..."
That worked until we were in our teens...then it was "get lost guys, you know whats happening"
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Post by Non-Conquering Wolf on Sept 2, 2010 8:48:42 GMT -5
My mom would do crazy sh*t like pour chicken blood on my baseball cards and throw them in the trash. Real mean spirited woman that mom was.
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Post by volleyballmaster on Sept 2, 2010 19:30:44 GMT -5
My step-dad would get us up at the ass-crack of dawn during vacations, mostly ski-trips, and then he and my mother would be worn out by noon-1ish and head back to the condo.
In HS I convinced my mother that sh*t was retarded, she was a grown ass woman, and didn't have to deal with that on vacation.
After that we started sleeping in.
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Post by ProneToEpisodes on Sept 2, 2010 19:40:23 GMT -5
They were married @ 22 and had my brother and I @ 23
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Post by Mr. White on Sept 2, 2010 19:48:16 GMT -5
My mom hit me in the head with a frying pan
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Post by Bergundy on Sept 2, 2010 19:51:46 GMT -5
@volley
My father used to get up at 5am on Saturdays to go grocery shopping. He hated dealing with crowds/lines (i'm the same way). So we'd get woke up at 7am to him asking for help unloading the groceries.
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Post by Cybrus on Sept 2, 2010 19:54:25 GMT -5
my mom would throw a chair at me when she was angry
told me she loved me but called me a failure in the same sentence
my dad would rage in public if i said no to a question he asked
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Post by Malakai the guy on Sept 2, 2010 21:01:46 GMT -5
Beat me for not finishing my food. Every single grain of rice had to be gone.
Beat me for not playing the piano.
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Post by Blexrude on Sept 2, 2010 21:10:35 GMT -5
mom chucked an unopened can of refried beans at my head from across the room. missed.
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Post by Vladimir Kortensky on Sept 2, 2010 21:21:02 GMT -5
My dad flipped his sh*t after a floppy disk with his taxes on it got corrupted. He decided to blame it on my brother for no reason, dragged him out of bed that morning and kicked him out of the house (to go back with our mom). My brother was like 13 or 14.
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Post by Ja(v)ie on Sept 2, 2010 21:24:01 GMT -5
My parents were UBER religious as well. To the point where talking about things such as sex, drugs, whatever else, was just as forbidden as actually doing them..
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Post by Alexander on Sept 2, 2010 21:26:24 GMT -5
My mother tells a story about my father pissing her off to the point that she threw a cast iron frying pan at him. He ducked out the door into the garage, shutting the door behind him, but she threw it so hard it went through the balsa wood door and hit him anyway
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Post by Eric Matthews on Sept 2, 2010 21:27:16 GMT -5
When i was in my teens my parents would just accidentally break sh*t and figure they paid for it in some indirect way so i am sh*t out of luck . Shorted stereo recievers, broken sunglasses, shorted computer (cleaning it out with a dust buster ). Every time i visited home in college i was holding my breath to see what had been broken in my room.
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