The Bitch Box

tdoc210 · 08-18-2006, 05:32 PM

^ LMAO thats hilarious...... poor right track...

sleepy jack · 08-18-2006, 05:33 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by right-track

I was once woken in the middle of the night around 4am by the sound of footsteps on the landing. I went to investigate and found my son (about 2 1/2 at the time) in his bedroom with toilet paper all over the floor.
He'd been to the toilet in the middle of the night for a crap.
Closer inspection revealed that his bedsheets and his hands & legs were covered in the stuff. He hadn't washed after himself.
I changed his bedsheets, then showered him and dried him with one of two towels we keep in the bathroom.
After which I put him to bed and then went to wash my hands.
I was thinking to myself, despite my initial annoyance at the inconvienience caused at such an ungodly hour...what a good lad he'd been for trying to go to the toilet on his own in the middle of the night.
So I shouted to him, what a big boy he'd been and he replied "yes, I am and I wiped my hands on the (other) towel afterwards"...just as I was drying my face!

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Damn smilies limit >.>

MURDER JUNKIE · 08-18-2006, 05:38 PM

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Originally Posted by Spike*Spiegel

i woke up to screaming children. i went upstairs to discover my nephews had drawn all over their parents' bedroom walls with markers, crayons and glue sticks. they covered the comforter with marker, too.

KIDS WITH MARKERS RULE!!!!!

Laces Out Dan! · 08-18-2006, 05:39 PM

I dont understand them...they're always sooo stoked after they make a huge mess.

holdyoualways · 08-18-2006, 05:39 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by right-track

I was once woken in the middle of the night around 4am by the sound of footsteps on the landing. I went to investigate and found my son (about 2 1/2 at the time) in his bedroom with toilet paper all over the floor.
He'd been to the toilet in the middle of the night for a crap.
Closer inspection revealed that his bedsheets and his hands & legs were covered in the stuff. He hadn't washed after himself.
I changed his bedsheets, then showered him and dried him with one of two towels we keep in the bathroom.
After which I put him to bed and then went to wash my hands.
I was thinking to myself, despite my initial annoyance at the inconvienience caused at such an ungodly hour...what a good lad he'd been for trying to go to the toilet on his own in the middle of the night.
So I shouted to him, what a big boy he'd been and he replied "yes, I am and I wiped my hands on the (other) towel afterwards"...just as I was drying my face!

OHMYGOD!
ok im not gonna bitch about anything else
ever

MoonlitSunshine · 08-18-2006, 05:40 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by right-track

I was once woken in the middle of the night around 4am by the sound of footsteps on the landing. I went to investigate and found my son (about 2 1/2 at the time) in his bedroom with toilet paper all over the floor.
He'd been to the toilet in the middle of the night for a crap.
Closer inspection revealed that his bedsheets and his hands & legs were covered in the stuff. He hadn't washed after himself.
I changed his bedsheets, then showered him and dried him with one of two towels we keep in the bathroom.
After which I put him to bed and then went to wash my hands.
I was thinking to myself, despite my initial annoyance at the inconvienience caused at such an ungodly hour...what a good lad he'd been for trying to go to the toilet on his own in the middle of the night.
So I shouted to him, what a big boy he'd been and he replied "yes, I am and I wiped my hands on the (other) towel afterwards"...just as I was drying my face!

it's possibly not quite as bad, but I was once woken up by my cat pissing on me

Spike*Spiegel · 08-18-2006, 07:37 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by right-track

I was once woken in the middle of the night around 4am by the sound of footsteps on the landing. I went to investigate and found my son (about 2 1/2 at the time) in his bedroom with toilet paper all over the floor.
He'd been to the toilet in the middle of the night for a crap.
Closer inspection revealed that his bedsheets and his hands & legs were covered in the stuff. He hadn't washed after himself.
I changed his bedsheets, then showered him and dried him with one of two towels we keep in the bathroom.
After which I put him to bed and then went to wash my hands.
I was thinking to myself, despite my initial annoyance at the inconvienience caused at such an ungodly hour...what a good lad he'd been for trying to go to the toilet on his own in the middle of the night.
So I shouted to him, what a big boy he'd been and he replied "yes, I am and I wiped my hands on the (other) towel afterwards"...just as I was drying my face!

as mad as i was, i couldnt help laughing a little. this beats mine by a lot. ive got a pic somewhere of the littlest one after he sucked a brown marker dry. ill post it, if i can find it.

ArtistInTheAmbulance · 08-19-2006, 08:27 AM

urgh. since when did extreme music elitism & arrogance become the new scene.
fucking hell, its never even a new or logical comment, its just "if you dont like this you fail at life" & thats it.
people are tits.
*awaits all the cocky elitist jerks of this forum to jump her*.
¬.¬

Urban Hat€monger ? · 08-19-2006, 08:58 AM

I`m in Richmond at the moment.

F*ck me this place is duller than Guernsey , hence me being on now.

tdoc210 · 08-19-2006, 05:46 PM

^ but Your always on at odd hours

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08-18-2006, 05:32 PM	#1931 (permalink)
tdoc210 ashes against the grain Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: new hampsha Posts: 2,617	^ LMAO thats hilarious...... poor right track... __________________ We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

08-18-2006, 05:39 PM	#1934 (permalink)
Laces Out Dan! I love Puck Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: British Columbia Posts: 4,614	I dont understand them...they're always sooo stoked after they make a huge mess. __________________ We are entirely smooth, We admit to the truth, We are the best at what we do.

08-19-2006, 08:27 AM	#1938 (permalink)
ArtistInTheAmbulance enchanted. Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: cornwailles, angleterre. Posts: 2,537	urgh. since when did extreme music elitism & arrogance become the new scene. fucking hell, its never even a new or logical comment, its just "if you dont like this you fail at life" & thats it. people are tits. awaits all the cocky elitist jerks of this forum to jump her. ¬.¬ __________________ shake your wings like theyre laced with sound!

08-19-2006, 08:58 AM	#1939 (permalink)
Urban Hat€monger ? The Sexual Intellectual Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Somewhere cooler than you Posts: 18,605	I`m in Richmond at the moment. Fck me this place is duller than Guernsey , hence me being on now. __________________ Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave.*

08-19-2006, 05:46 PM	#1940 (permalink)
tdoc210 ashes against the grain Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: new hampsha Posts: 2,617	^ but Your always on at odd hours __________________ We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.