Thanks. I will never get the picture out of my head of the look on her face when she landed in the trash can ass first and got stuck and she yelled at my sister to help her out, and my sister walked away. she wanted to be tough, but whenever shit didnt go her way, she always cried. I always found a little bit of satisfaction in that.
aww.. dont be sad. I will make you laugh. ok, I was at my favorite bar and had had a few too many drinks. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back out, I checked to make sure my clothes were on right, checked my feet to make sure There was no TP hanging off my shoes. I go back, have another drink, and as i get up, I feel something brush the back of my leg. I reach around, and there is a long piece of TP hanging off the back of my skirt. Dunno how it got there, but i walked through the bar with it flailing behind me... LOL
Back to depressing, my stepdad owned a business which made canvas tops for boat builders. He had about 50 employees, and worked there one summer bending the steel frames. One morning before work, I was talking to several of the seamstresses drinking a cup of coffee. My stepdad comes downstairs and yells at me that I was drinking out of his cup, and he grabs it away from me to slam it on the concrete floor and it shatters into a million pieces. Then he yells "now clean it up!" and stomps off. I bought him a coffee cup for xmas for each of the next five years.