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Post by Naitch on Jul 16, 2008 17:25:58 GMT -5
OH THE FETUS IS THE LRR! God I'm dumb.
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 16, 2008 17:30:46 GMT -5
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Post by Naitch on Jul 16, 2008 17:31:55 GMT -5
Red Foreman just scares the shit out of me.
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 16, 2008 17:44:46 GMT -5
Me too. Was your dad a little, bald, short-fused sorta guy? Mine is. Red Foreman must bring out that fear from days gone by when you had smashed a window and within 5 seconds your dad is out chasing you with a slipper.
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Post by Naitch on Jul 16, 2008 17:48:36 GMT -5
My dad, like yours is a mean version of Red. They even look just about the same. I think 70's Show worked because most people could relate to having a father (or at least a friend with a father like) like Red. I sometimes got yelled at and punished for things I didn't do.
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 16, 2008 17:58:03 GMT -5
Dude, I never did it either!
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Post by Naitch on Jul 16, 2008 18:02:48 GMT -5
For real story here. I was at one of my cousins weddings once, I guess I was around 8th grade. I was at the reception when I decided to go upstairs and use the bathroom. Two other cousins decided to start running up and down the stairs. I didn't care because I knew they're dad (a Red of his own rights) would yell at them. I just walked down the stairs. My dad lit into me like I took a shit on his windshield. Did I mention I was walking? With my hand on the rail? I WAS A GOOD FUCKING BOY THAT DAY!
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 16, 2008 18:19:51 GMT -5
Lol. ;D
I found a hard blue ball one day, slightly bigger than a tennis ball. It was a dogs ball. So I took it home and started throwing it against the side of the house and catching it. After about ten minutes of enjoyment, my dad appeared at the window. I smiled and waved, then set out to continue throwing the ball against the wall. However, my dad must be a magnet for those kind of balls, because with my next throw the ball glides left and crashes straight through the window, hitting my dad and covering him with glass. I remember his words as clear as day, even now, he looked up and screamed, "I'M GONNA KICK YOU'RE FUCKING ARSE!!!!" The only time I've ran quicker was when I got chased from a rabbid greyhound.
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Post by Naitch on Jul 16, 2008 18:21:50 GMT -5
We need a support group. We can call it CORS or Children of Red Survivors. I'm sure plenty of our kind have been lost before they could get out.
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 16, 2008 18:27:40 GMT -5
Lol. I'm sure we would get plenty of members. Naitch, you've kept me up past my bed-time, I need to go now and have nightmares about various unpleasant childhood memories.
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Post by Naitch on Jul 16, 2008 18:31:04 GMT -5
KEEP EM REPRESED MY BROTHA!
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 17, 2008 16:11:55 GMT -5
I crushed them like Snitsky's push last night.
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Post by GLF on Jul 17, 2008 16:33:29 GMT -5
Give it up MS!
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Post by MasterSnit on Jul 17, 2008 17:00:03 GMT -5
You give it up, Pisser!
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Post by Naitch on Jul 18, 2008 10:57:27 GMT -5
Yeah fag.
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