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Harry

Jan 30, 2005 18:53

Typical night at the Stephens' house.I came home at about 6:10, dad is extremely excited because it is special chicken night. I must say this is my favorite dinner. So i get home and dad tells me to start setting the table and I see Erin on the couch. So I'm like, "hey fat tits, come help me out." but dad says there is a reason why shes on the ( Read more... )

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where can i get one of these "special" chickens? tearen January 31 2005, 03:32:36 UTC

ahaha my uncle called his sister cow boobs...this is all fantastic.... im going to go wash my feet.. and my breasts..

(ok that was a little too weird wasnt it...im posting it anyways..)

Ah!

bad_carma January 31 2005, 04:48:23 UTC

I can't believe she didn't make you believe it was her period or something

luckymoron January 31 2005, 05:37:58 UTC

I LOVE YOUR FAMILY!
I can see your dad being excited about cooking, lol and I can DEFINATELY see Erin being proud of her disgustingly bloody wound of a foot.

elitist_doll January 31 2005, 06:03:39 UTC

I read that and my skin crawled. CRAWLED, literally, I'm not even kidding. My neck ticked and twitched. Jesus H. CHRIST warts are disgusting, as is the thought of them being pulled out with common household PLIERS. What I would give for a family so dynamic...
y'all are funny =)

For the record, rocks aren't people. spudofalltrades February 1 2005, 01:50:20 UTC

Oh man, this story ROCKS. Mad props. I don't think I've ever really heard of someone having a wart on their foot, although back when I was a wee lad attending the later years of elementry school I had accumulated quite a few on my hands. One in particular on my right pointer finger was quite monstrous, and one day I took a safety pin (not so safe) to it during lunch break, and it ended up gushing blood all over the cafeteria, and at the time I though "oh bloody jesus tampon, i'm losing precious life fluids all over my lunch" and rushed to the nurses office, where no amount of band-aids would stop the bleeding (I think I had about 8-10 wrapped around my finger, and you'd think that alone would cut off all circulation to my finger) and I don't really remember how we got it to stop, but it didn't involve stiches, for which I was filled with glee. Now that I've conquered your entire comments section with one disastrous run-on sentence, I'll take my leave. You had me at, "hey fat tits".

-Fritz-