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when i was born my dad drank a hole bottle of rum my mom hid me behide the couch that
night.
now when i was 9 my dad drank a lot around us and he's just falling over every where so mom says got take ur drunk a** some here else so i dident se him the rest of the day the next morning
he was passed out on the couch and now on my B-DAY ur thinking omg wat did he get well i made a grilled chesse i show my dad a rips it into shreds and i make another on a nd eat it
so now i wake up 1 night cops r at the house and there is a hol in ther room and m really scared i spend the night at my grandpas so the next day we go back to the house most of thestuff is gone
now im11 and no mader what he dose i will always respect him and love him smile
-ian
- by fox slayer |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 09/24/2009 |
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- Title: A Bad story
- Artist: fox slayer
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- Date: 09/24/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- flameboy-o5 - 12/04/2009
- Sad story but i like it 5/5
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- TheLastWind - 09/25/2009
- Sad but funny. I actually... like it.
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