Who's my uncle talking to?

I'm a real wild one.

 

Umm.... YEAH!

???

 

What the fuck are you talking about?

 

hahah. thats great

 

I thought it was borderline mean.

 

the bottom




i thought it too, but meg is weird. really weird.

 

nah. im weirder

 

You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?

I can explain 33% of this thread to you.

If you don't want.

 

Lloyd Robertson? Peter Mansbridge maybe?

 

wtf?

 

No, it actually turned out to be my aunt. I didn't know she was home from Rona yet.

I can explain 100% of the thread now. You just got 33%.

I was singing "I'm a real wild one" and I typed it.

Robba Rabba Robba Robba was on George's xanga, and I put it here, as I found it amusing.

 

your aunt is Peter Mansbridge?

 

my aunt is a crazy republican orthodox jew who made us sit on boxes at our grandmas funeral. she doesnt tell us whats going on, or who just died. she used to be a pot head.
my uncle is also an orthodox jew. he was a pothead/ coke addict.
my dad is an overweight teacher who had 4 unsuccessful (sp) science fiction novels published, and works for close to minimum wage now, despite his working at the Pentagon and Harvard.

:H stfu. the end.

 

I love jewish people.

My aunt and uncle are lovely people who resemble Dr Seuss/Robin Williams/Bill Cosby/Navy Sailor and Incredibly Happy Martha Stewart/School Nurse/Mrs Doubtfire...

My father is a burnt out ex-hippie with two failed marriages and has no job, sits at home, depressed, with my depressed,jobless, 19 year old brother who isn't done high school yet, and they smoke/grow pot and cut up my mother and probably me now, all day long, while they collect welfare. Lovely.

My grandmother makes her own beer and wears horrid knit sweater vests and gets fatter each time I see her, lives in a trailor, sends me ugly jewelry for my birthday with the wrong birthstone and a glittery card, and collects money from the death of her 2nd husband of 3, who died while reaching for a bag of bugles in the cupboard.

Her son, my uncle, is on his 4th marriage, and I have a feeling he's trying to touch me, along with my other uncle, and I'm rather scared of them. He has 5 obnoxious children.

The rest of my fat Italian family has basically disowned me and do not wish to speak to me since I moved in with my mom, or they have died, and grows/smokes (grew/smoked) pot. Cool, huh?

(P.S...Not trying to show Shelly up.. .Just relating. )

 

Cool dad though...mine's a freaky old hippie who now builds ecological houses out of mud and straws near the sea...well the rest of them are normal, damn....

 

I only know 1 Jew.

 

At least your dad does something that's productive. Growing weed isn't very productive, if you ask me...

"My father is a burnt out ex-hippie with two failed marriages and has no job, sits at home, depressed, and smokes/grows pot and cuts up my mother and probably me now, all day long, while he collects welfare."

What part of that is cool?

 

My dad is a nuclear security engineer for the government.

 

Oooops sorry I obvoiusly didn't read it all

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