Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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my friend laurawent skiing in france recently with her older brother nick and parents. she was pissed off at having to share a room with nick but thought the free holiday balanced it out.
half way down the very first slope, she started to feel a serious rumble in the jungle. by the bottom of the slope she had sprayed steaming chunks of hot green vomit all over the slopes and her arse cheeks were only welded together by effort of sheer will.
she spent the next 3 days in bed either thinking she was dead or wishing she was dead. on the fourth night she was feeling a bit more human when nick staggered in at 5am, more drunk than she had ever seen anyone. he proceeded to strip off and barf all over the floor. the sight of her brother's hairy cock and arse bashing around the room and his stinking pile of vom was not conducive to her recovery. it made laura's eyes bleed and made her start vomiting again.
nick didn't get out of bed until the last day of the holiday.
on the last morning, her dad put his fork in his chicken, paused, went green, and chundered all over the breakfast table. there was a distinct smell of dad shit as he got up hurriedly and waddled swiftly away.
and her mother redecorated the inside of the plane as they landed at heathrow.
niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice...
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rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 22:26,
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