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i used to put pillows and blankets in my bed to look like a body when i would sneak out at night...

for awhile i always use to keep my house key on me, cause i would always get threatened about getting kicked out, so i was like fuck that, ima come back and get my shit! so i'd keep my key with me... but i've gotten kicked out twice i think.... so the first time, i was like fine, and walked out, and went to my best friends, she had gotten into a fight with her mom too... so we went down to her brothers college, partied all weekend and came back....

i remember once my sisters were fighting, so my mom got mad and told em to get out the house... so they went into the garage, and sat in her car, and we have another fridge in the garage, so they had food and drinks, and were chillin.. i was going out to join them, and my mom was like where are you going?!?!? they're outside b/c they're in trouble... she wouldn't let me go..

you ever packed up like you were running away? i did that when i was 8 or something.. then my sister told me i was stupid ... so i unpacked...

dude i love this thread, i'm remembering all the badass things i used to do when i was little and how i used to get out of some shit... i always knew when I was about to get in trouble though.... my dad would call me downstairs into the family room, by my real name, and full name, no nicknames used, and pat the seat next to him..... i'd sit down and he'd ask if i wanted to tell him anything... and i'd always say no... (cause i would never know how much he actually knew) so he'd ask me this a few times, and of course i would say nothing.... and then he'd mention something i did, and i'd deny it like 3 times, and then he'd have some kind of proof, and only THEN would I admit it... and then i'd get in trouble for not telling him before, and how he wouldn't have been mad if i just told him (bullshit) he'd lecture me a bit, and i'd just stare straight ahead at the fireplace, wouldn't speak or move, when he was quiet for a bit, i'd get up and go back to my room.. that frustrated him more than anything else, me not saying anything!

i don't think that's wrong.. i know a girl like that, she got married, and doesn't want kids, and so many ppl have been telling her that her opinions will change, but she's like they won't... however, i want 2 boys!

gotta have a balance of things... like i see how my parents raised me, there are pluses and minuses in that.... take from that and learn.. see how kids are today, and i know how i don't want my kids to be, take from that and learn...

me and one of my friends were talking about that last night... they lack supervision and discipline..

mannnnn i remember when i was little with my smart ass mouth... my dad was about to hit me right.. and i was like that's child abuse and you can go to jail.... yo i got the biggest beatsssssssssssss after that...

lol, nope! we used to get kicked out a lot too... when we'd fight with each other.... you got it easy for having immigrant parents though!

my mom used to make us grab our ears and say sorry, i never really got that, but they thought if we got embarassed, we wouldn't do it again...

life was good! but i never wanted the attention i got!

why are middle children always bitching about never getting attention? my sister in the middle is such an attention whore....

i'm the baby, and was mommy's little girl, and she looked out for me, she wouldn't ever tell my dad about a lot of the shit i did... but after she died, damn i was fuckedddd, so much trouble.... but then my sisters are older, and i would take the blame for things they did, b/c i was used to getting in trouble, and never really cared when i did get in trouble...

the family across the street when i was growing up.. that dad was meannnnn... he used to put their fingers on the stove.. i would go home and be like damn dad, thanks for being easy on me!

i used to go crying to my dad and he was like what happened, i was like mom hit me.. he was like for what... and then i got hit again by my dad but then i got smarter as i grew older and didn't do that shit... but with our mom, if we were getting in trouble, all we had to do was get her to laugh, and she'd forget about it... once she cracked a smile, we knew the laugh was coming soon, and we were homeeee freeeeeeeeeeeee but we'd get hit with shoes (flip flops) and cooking utensils our dad used his hand though, and that shit hurttttttt

yeah i just got beats.... smacked around a bit... i got grounded ONCE, and my mom was like you can't go outside and play... and you can't go to your best friends.. so i just called and invited my friends over.. my mom got mad and said that wasn't how it worked....

what's up with the recent constant changes in our bills...

ditto...

woooooooooweeeeeeeeeeee wouldn't that be something!

well in that case, let me start adding eh's to the end of everything.. cause i is canadian eh

I know righT

football (soccer)... orange juice or apple juice?

damn, why's it gotta be on a wednesday...