Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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Mine is quite similar to Scaryduck's original QOTW storyMy dad used to see us once every two weeks, on Suturday he would pick us up at 12pm in his rusty transit or whatever rusty old bucket he'd bought from some bloke in the pub that week, then he would drive us to the pub, and leave us in the van.
Every third pint he had, he would send out a bottle of coke and a packet of crisps for us, we would hang out with the other orphans of alcohol in the car park, til we moved on to another boozer for more coke and crisps, then at at 3pm (pubs weren't allowed to stay open all day in those days) so pissed he could hardly stand, he would drive us to his house and fuck off to bed to sleep it off, leaving us with our long suffering but very lovely step-mum.
He would then wake at 6pm, get a bath then piss off for opening time at 7pm
Repeat this for Sunday
I loved it
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Hankster, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 18:35,
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