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my uncle died of cancer a few years ago
wasnt good but im ok now
condolences to you

lol
oh how funny my grandma's a widow and my dad's a mess ha ha!!!!

thanks for the support guys. my uncles are coming down from massechussets to go to the funeral.

i feel. my great grandmother was basically a matriarch to our family, she passed a few years ago.

can't imagine my grandfather just going down like that. hope things get better soon


My condolences.

I remember my grandfather. We had some good times. I remember this one time when he had us over for dinner and my dad (his son) destroyed him with a savage joke and he quietly took his napkin off his lap and placed it on the table, stood up, and then grabbed a broom from the corner and beat the living stuff out of my dad. My mom and I laughed our asses off, but after the third straight minute we started to get concerned. When we got home, my dad took the wind-shield scraper out of the trunk and mercilessly beat me down in the middle of our driveway. Good times, though. Hopefully you had good memories with him.

oh how funny my grandma's a widow and my dad's a mess ha ha!!!!

thanks for the support guys. my uncles are coming down from massechussets to go to the funeral.
Just ignore Whackin. I hope your family is able to find strength in each other during this time of grieving.


my dad took the wind-shield scraper out of the trunk and mercilessly beat me down in the middle of our driveway.
Are you ok?

My condolences.

I remember my grandfather. We had some good times. I remember this one time when he had us over for dinner and my dad (his son) destroyed him with a savage joke and he quietly took his napkin off his lap and placed it on the table, stood up, and then grabbed a broom from the corner and beat the living stuff out of my dad. My mom and I laughed our asses off, but after the third straight minute we started to get concerned. When we got home, my dad took the wind-shield scraper out of the trunk and mercilessly beat me down in the middle of our driveway. Good times, though. Hopefully you had good memories with him.
why do you keep posting stories of your dad beating you with various objects

My condolences.

I remember my grandfather. We had some good times. I remember this one time when he had us over for dinner and my dad (his son) destroyed him with a savage joke and he quietly took his napkin off his lap and placed it on the table, stood up, and then grabbed a broom from the corner and beat the living stuff out of my dad. My mom and I laughed our asses off, but after the third straight minute we started to get concerned. When we got home, my dad took the wind-shield scraper out of the trunk and mercilessly beat me down in the middle of our driveway. Good times, though. Hopefully you had good memories with him.
no offense or anything, but why do keep on posting about your dad beating the stuff out of you
This is pretty accurate. I hate when people play super defensive. I mean, it's smart because you get the advantage, but it's so boring. Sometimes I actually get extremely angry playing this because of people camping and I'll start yelling at my computer screen, like really loud. One time I woke my dad up in the middle of the night and he beat the living stuff out of me with my own lamp. I mean, I still find the game fun to play if I'm really bored, but you're right that it's all about being defensive and waiting for your opponent to make the first move. I usually just play so I can swing around the map like a lunatic. That's the most fun part for me.
It's hard to find servers that have anybody late at night. Most people are asleep because most players live in the US. I use to play real late into the night, but my dad found out and beat the piss out of me with my keyboard. So I just usually stick to normal hours nowadays.
Sometimes I find myself thinking out loud, or talking when there's no one around. Not like crazy talk, just kind of reacting to something out loud. I remember when I was younger my dad caught me talking out loud to myself a few times, so he took me to a child psychologist but they found nothing wrong with me. When we got home my dad took a shoe off and beat the absolute hell out of me with it for wasting $100 on a psychologist. I try to make a voluntary effort to not think out loud but sometimes it just happens. I've never really thought about what my thinking voice sounds like, though. I guess it sounds like my voice?
90s man. Takes me back. Sometimes I'll hear a song that's clearly 90s and I'll recognize it but I couldn't tell you the name of it or who the band is, I just KNOW it. My dad is big into 90s as well. He grew up in the 60s and 70s, but he's always said that his favorite time period was the 90s. One time, we were in the car and his favorite 90s song came on, but I didn't know the name of it or who sang it. This clearly offended him because he pulled to the side of the road and the next thing I knew he was wailing on me with a 3-iron (we were coming back from playing golf). I don't know how to explain it, but the sound of 90s music, even if I don't recognize the song, takes me back to my childhood.
USPS has forgeted me in the past. They're inconsistent. One package will be right on time, then the next will be a week late. A couple times I've gotten packages that aren't even mine. Once, I got a $250 belt in the mail that I clearly didn't order. My dad found it first because I was at work when it arrived. Needless to say, when I got home he proceeded to beat me unconscious with the very belt. But yeah, you should probably call the post office and ask them about it.
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I don't know? I've always liked giving out advice in my posts, even when it's not necessary just because why not. There's some good lessons to be learned from my stories. I'm not saying you should be like me, you can take it however you want. My dad always told me that giving advice is always a good thing to do, unless I'm trying to give him advice (he doesn't like that). Of course, that was right after he had just knocked me into next week with a shovel for trying to show him a more efficient way to spread mulch. He uses the method I showed him now, though.

lmao i saw this meme on 4chan a little bit ago. stuff's funny as hell. props to you fearless

:(
hope you and your family feel better soon