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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 5:27 pm
Lumanny How very diabolical and somewhat against your own plans.. But was that really your intention when you posted it? No but that's how it worked out. Lol. So, Family Story: At the age of 8, my mother was left alone in the house with her two older brothers. They were playing monopoly. She wanted to play, but they were halfway through a game. So she opened the front door and the gate in the garden, took the family cat, and stood in a wardrobe. Then she screamed. My two uncles rushed through and saw that the front door and gate were open, and ran out into the street looking for her. Just then, my grandparents returned. They were all in a panic for 2 minutes, and then they decided to phone the police. My gran rushed into the lounge, only to find my mother laughing her head off, still holding the cat. She got such a slap. xp
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 5:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 6:27 am
I can easily say at times like this that all our families are totaly f*ed up, crazy, and over all the same.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 3:29 pm
Alright.. Funny story:
... Coming as soon as I can think of it.. xp
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:32 am
I just remembered one...
So, my Great-Grandmother moved to Poland from Ireland in 1929. She spoke absolutely no Polish, but she attended a Polish school with her older brothers. So, she was 7 at the time and in 1st grade because she needed to learn Polish. Naturally, she had an Irish accent in her Polish.
So, one day in school, the Principal guy came to inspect her class. My Great-Grandmother stood up and said "Good afternoon sir, My name is Marylynn."
Apparently, she said something wrong, and instead it translated to "Good wanting, sir. My arse's name is Marylynn."
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 2:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 4:27 pm
Nice impression of Ireland given there. Reminds me of a story of when the founder of Guiness came to Canada:
[accent=canadian]"So what made you wanna come to Canada, eh?"[/accent]
[accent=irish]"Weeell, I saw a billboard back in Dubl'n tat said: 'Drink Canada Dry'. So I tought oi'd give it a go."[/accent]
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 1:56 pm
After military service, my dad and his cousin came to the states for college. They attended a college in New York, and for one of the vacations, they wanted to go visit some family in Ohio. They had found this cheap car that they bought for about 500 dollars. It was one that they could park somewhere at the college and not worry a bout someone stealing it. So, this is the car that they were driving to Ohio. They needed to see how fast they were going, but the board was dark and they did not know how to turn it on, so they ended up buying a flash light so that they could see. When they arrived in Ohio, and my grandfather spent a lot of time fixing up the car he also showed them that there was just a simple switch to turn on the dash board lol
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 12:37 pm
lol.
Here's one about my dad. The boys asked me to tell them last night.
So, Dad and Uncle Ryan were in charge of picking the apples, and to make sure they picked every one, Grandfather told them that he would count them to make sure and for every apple they missed, they would be hit that many times. One day, after Uncle Ryan and Dad had been slapped many times, Dad decided to see what was going on. Dad figured out that the neighbors kids were stealing the apples.
So, Dad told Uncle Ryan and the two of them went to go warn the kids not to pick the apples off. The next day, every single apple from every tree was gone with a note that said.
"You get whipped, we get fed, why would we let it rest?" Dad and Uncle Ryan got hit anyway, lol.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:00 pm
So that's where Silent's love of apples comes from! xd
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 3:17 pm
Perhaps she has a bizarre hatred of her neigbours and a love of beating because of this? We should study her further to come to a logical conclusion on the matter.
To the Psych-mobile!
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 6:13 pm
Freud would have a field day. xd
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 1:21 pm
Random fact: my uncle is Freud's adopted grandson/experiment. So you can say spotting this stuff is in my blood.
Oh! Something for the Family Stories thread!
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 1:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 3:22 pm
Ah...
H'anyway: My uncle enjoyed playing with his food as a baby, and had trouble potty training. These two details led Anna Freud, his adoptive mother, to come up with her most insane theory - babies want to play with faeces.
stare
Also, the surreal life of living with Lucien, Sigmund and Anna in an environment with a lot of sexual theories being developed and a large amount of cocaine being used led my uncle to become quite a character.
He once pulled out his genitalia in a playground and refused to put it back because "It deserves fresh air, too!"
pirate dramallama xp
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