Life My troubled childhood - Page 4

**Saul Good** · 06-12-2012, 09:16 AM

I grew up in the northeast in a single parent home in kind of a rough area. There wasn't a lot to do there, so I spent a lot of time playing basketball and hanging out with a bad crowd. Inevitably, things got violent, and there was one particularly frightening incident that made It clear that I had to find a better situation for myself.

Fortunately, I had some family out west who was willing to take me in and provide a more stable environment throughout my high school years. They helped me find opportunities that would not have otherwise been available to me and turned me into the man I am today.

Share your story if you feel like you know me.

vailpass · 06-12-2012, 11:18 AM

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

**QuikSsurfer** · 06-12-2012, 11:38 AM

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Originally Posted by vailpass

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

lol... Dr. Evil

Dayze · 06-12-2012, 09:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Saulbadguy

...and when there was no meat, we ate fowl and when there was no fowl, we ate crawdad and when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.

I got the menstral cramps real hard

Ebolapox · 06-12-2012, 09:30 PM

I once knew a lady who had a job working as a wedding-assistant in queens, new york. one day, her boyfriend kicked her out. she came to me and asked what she could do, as she was out in the cold--with some quick thinking, she decided she'd become a door-to-door makeup saleswoman.

on one fateful day, she knocked on the door of a broadway producer who, in search of a child-care facilitator, decided she had a lot of charm and class to rear his children.

fast-forward a few months--the youths in question enjoyed her company and behaved themselves, the producer in question had quite a crush on her, and everyone but the producer's assistant loved her.

beach tribe · 06-12-2012, 10:06 PM

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Originally Posted by Setsuna

Saul, this is n00b level thread starting. Put this crap in 10 pm thread or random thought. Attention whore.

Dude, could you

?
This is actually a pretty good idea, but of course, you're too stupid to realize what was going on.

LiveSteam · 06-12-2012, 10:20 PM

Back in the early 80s my dad was a fat drunk that worked at a steel mill. Well one day he went to work drunk & fell into a molten vat of steel & died. I got pissed & burned his house down. Then my girlfriend & I jumped on my motorcycle & rode off into the sunset. Two years later my girlfriend turned into a mermaid.

Simply Red · 06-12-2012, 10:32 PM

I grew up in a blue collar neighborhood in Blue Springs, our neighborhood was STRAIGHT OUTTA GUMMO! Crazy mutha ****a name gusto!

JoeyChuckles · 06-12-2012, 10:45 PM

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Originally Posted by h5n1

I once knew a lady who had a job working as a wedding-assistant in queens, new york....

Your friend is a nanny named Fran!!

My story is a bit different. My mother left my family at a young age, and I was forced to grow up with my dad and two brothers. My dad was a musician and writes a lot of music. One of my brothers is a recovering drug addict. My other brother isn't too smart, but he means well.

The only other person I am really close to is my good friend, who happens to be the last of six children and never got very much attention.

I may not have the classic family situation, but my life is pretty good. In my opinionation, the future is bright.

06-12-2012, 09:16 AM
Saul Good Quit your bullshit Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Bored of winning Casino cash: $10052799	My troubled childhood I grew up in the northeast in a single parent home in kind of a rough area. There wasn't a lot to do there, so I spent a lot of time playing basketball and hanging out with a bad crowd. Inevitably, things got violent, and there was one particularly frightening incident that made It clear that I had to find a better situation for myself. Fortunately, I had some family out west who was willing to take me in and provide a more stable environment throughout my high school years. They helped me find opportunities that would not have otherwise been available to me and turned me into the man I am today. Share your story if you feel like you know me.
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06-12-2012, 11:18 AM	#46
vailpass Psycho Bag Of Squanch Join Date: Sep 2001 Casino cash: $9594244	Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it. __________________ “Education is a weapon whose effect depends on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.” Joseph Stalin
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06-12-2012, 09:30 PM	#49
Ebolapox remember, remember Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: como Casino cash: $1549903	I once knew a lady who had a job working as a wedding-assistant in queens, new york. one day, her boyfriend kicked her out. she came to me and asked what she could do, as she was out in the cold--with some quick thinking, she decided she'd become a door-to-door makeup saleswoman. on one fateful day, she knocked on the door of a broadway producer who, in search of a child-care facilitator, decided she had a lot of charm and class to rear his children. fast-forward a few months--the youths in question enjoyed her company and behaved themselves, the producer in question had quite a crush on her, and everyone but the producer's assistant loved her.
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06-12-2012, 10:20 PM	#51
LiveSteam The Constitutional Choo choo Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: homeof43conferencetitles Casino cash: $1675432	Back in the early 80s my dad was a fat drunk that worked at a steel mill. Well one day he went to work drunk & fell into a molten vat of steel & died. I got pissed & burned his house down. Then my girlfriend & I jumped on my motorcycle & rode off into the sunset. Two years later my girlfriend turned into a mermaid. __________________ Progressivism.. The Politically Correct way of saying "I'm a Communist slash Nazi" depending on what the issue of the day is?
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06-12-2012, 10:32 PM	#52
Simply Red You Sweetie! Join Date: Sep 2005 Casino cash: $2021206219 VARSITY	I grew up in a blue collar neighborhood in Blue Springs, our neighborhood was STRAIGHT OUTTA GUMMO! Crazy mutha ****a name gusto!
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