[snarg]

no discussion, they had no idea we were there. in my fathers defense, my aunt was fucking smokin' and my cousin had a huge rack. the train lasted me for years. lionel 3480 series.

yeah, i had lionel as a kid, they were da bomb
you have processed this really well, your family was prolly not very dysfunctional
but yer dad was lacking in the character dept

would you behave the same way with yer kids in the house??
if they were not present??


narg:

[snarg]

dude, i'm not fucking mark twain. how much more shit you think i got? i'm spent.

does this mean you made that up??

if so it is grounds for disqualification

narg:

[asshat]

My father was retired from the CIA and teaching physics at a small university when I was really small. I had a sister two years older. My father knew that our family was being watched and that something very bad might happen to one of us one day. He would drive us all to school every morning and my Mother would stay at school all day outside of our classrooms. At the end of the day my father would come and pick us up. Our car had lots of antennas and several two way radios inside. In those days two way radios were really big, so they took up quite a bit of the floorboard in the front seat. The doors were always locked when we were in the car.

My mom was pretty normal and she kept me and my sister away from our Father when we were home. He spent most of his time in the garage working on top secret physics and government projects. Sometimes he would talk to people on the radio, but I never heard anyone talk back. He would stay in the garage all nights some times.

My father only had one suit and he would sit in his underwear on Sundays while my mom cleaned it. I remember my sister and I would sit in her room and play when my father took baths. He would walk around the house naked until he was dried off. My mom told us that it was okay, but we thought it was kind of strange so we kept the door shut in her room.

One of the neat things I remember about my Father was this large key ring that he had hooked to his belt. He had keys to very important buildings on that key ring. He would tell me places that he could unlock with them. The neat thing about them was that he could talk into them and communicate with other government men. He had a radio transmitter inside his ear and that is how he would hear them talk back. It was quite impressive to hear him tell these men what to do. Especially since he was retired and I didn't think they would still do the things that he asked.

When I was in the eighth grade he left on a secret mission and never came back. My mom was sort of sad at first, but she knew it was the best for the family. I haven't heard from him since that time. Some men also came and cleaned out the garage for him a few days after he left.

[snarg]

My father was retired from the CIA and teaching physics at a small university when I was really small. I had a sister two years older. My father knew that our family was being watched and that something very bad might happen to one of us one day. He would drive us all to school every morning and my Mother would stay at school all day outside of our classrooms. At the end of the day my father would come and pick us up. Our car had lots of antennas and several two way radios inside. In those days two way radios were really big, so they took up quite a bit of the floorboard in the front seat. The doors were always locked when we were in the car.

My mom was pretty normal and she kept me and my sister away from our Father when we were home. He spent most of his time in the garage working on top secret physics and government projects. Sometimes he would talk to people on the radio, but I never heard anyone talk back. He would stay in the garage all nights some times.

My father only had one suit and he would sit in his underwear on Sundays while my mom cleaned it. I remember my sister and I would sit in her room and play when my father took baths. He would walk around the house naked until he was dried off. My mom told us that it was okay, but we thought it was kind of strange so we kept the door shut in her room.

One of the neat things I remember about my Father was this large key ring that he had hooked to his belt. He had keys to very important buildings on that key ring. He would tell me places that he could unlock with them. The neat thing about them was that he could talk into them and communicate with other government men. He had a radio transmitter inside his ear and that is how he would hear them talk back. It was quite impressive to hear him tell these men what to do. Especially since he was retired and I didn't think they would still do the things that he asked.

When I was in the eighth grade he left on a secret mission and never came back. My mom was sort of sad at first, but she knew it was the best for the family. I haven't heard from him since that time. Some men also came and cleaned out the garage for him a few days after he left.

this is an interesting story, whether it is true or not
it was never a doubt that you grew up in a dysfunctional family arby
can you give some brief examples of the traumatic incidents??

and try to use the real ones
not the ones involving the imaginary friends

TIA


narg:

[asshat]

BRIEF EXAMPLES OF TRAUMATIC EVENTS
by Arby

The first really tramatic event that I can recall was a time my Father took the family to a sidewalk sale to buy new tennis shoes for school. I was really excited and new exactly what kind I wanted. When we got to town, the square was ginning pretty good with a bustling crowd. There was no where to park. As we crawled around the square in the car my Father got really suspicious that something was wrong. He made some calls on his radio and he became very noticably (sp?) shaken. I was only about 5 and my sister would have been about 7. We became very frightened in the back seat of the car.

A car backed out of a parking space and had us sort of trapped behind it. The car was moving very slowly and then just stopped when it got sideways across our lane. My father freaked out and told us to get down in the floor board. We could feel the car backing up really fast. My mother was yelling for him to slow down. We must have backed up for several minutes. It seemed like we were swerving in every direction. My father was yelling at my mother, he was yelling on his radio, and every few seconds he would push my head down hard against my sister with his arm that hung over the top of the front seat.

Finally the car twirled around and we stopped. My mother stopped yelling. Then we sped off in the other direction. A few minutes later we got to the house. I heard sirens, and my Father rushed us inside. He locked us in the family room, which he had rigged to be locked from the inside or outside. A few hours later he got us out and we had dinner. They never talked about it again.

Another time I remember it was a holiday. I think it was Easter or Mothers Day or something. I was really young, probably about 4 years old. Our family was doing some things at the house and my Father got mad about something. It was something to do with the way my Mother had cleaned the house. I remember he dragged the couch from the living room out the front door. He broke the screen door off on the way. Once outside, he set the couch on fire. My mother was yelling at him and he was yelling at her. The neighbors came over and then left. I was really scared that day.

[snarg]

BRIEF EXAMPLES OF TRAUMATIC EVENTS
by Arby

Another time I remember it was a holiday. I think it was Easter or Mothers Day or something. I was really young, probably about 4 years old. Our family was doing some things at the house and my Father got mad about something. It was something to do with the way my Mother had cleaned the house. I remember he dragged the couch from the living room out the front door. He broke the screen door off on the way. Once outside, he set the couch on fire. My mother was yelling at him and he was yelling at her. The neighbors came over and then left. I was really scared that day.

everyone take note of this
these are the kinds of things that mold a young boy's life

was yer dad a nutcase or were you guys really in danger??
sounds like he and my mom would have been a match made in heaven

narg:

[CT280]

yeah, i had lionel as a kid, they were da bomb
you have processed this really well, your family was prolly not very dysfunctional
but yer dad was lacking in the character dept

would you behave the same way with yer kids in the house??
if they were not present??


narg:

i dont have a sister.

[CT280]

does this mean you made that up??

if so it is grounds for disqualification

narg:

100% true. i was sayin' isnt 1 traumatic childhood experience enough. i got nuthin else. whats up, Q?

[asshat]

was yer dad a nutcase or were you guys really in danger??

My father was really really smart. He was very private and would get irritated very easily. No one ever talked about him after he left. I don't know the story.

[cLaY]

My father was really really smart. He was very private and would get irritated very easily. No one ever talked about him after he left. I don't know the story.

sorry, but that's really fucked up

[snarg]

100% true. i was sayin' isnt 1 traumatic childhood experience enough. i got nuthin else. whats up, Q?

toe, i never doubted ya
it's just that one incident is just an aberration

on the other hand, maybe you are autistic, have you been checked out??


narg:

[snarg]

My father was really really smart. He was very private and would get irritated very easily. No one ever talked about him after he left. I don't know the story.

this all sounds suspiciously like "a beautiful mind"
just sayin'

narg:

[Jdub]

I had an uncle who walked into where his wife worked and blew her brains out, then turned the gun on himself!!


Does that count??

[snarg]

I had an uncle who walked into where his wife worked and blew her brains out, then turned the gun on himself!!


Does that count??

yes, that is very dysfunctional behavior
too bad he dint just shoot himself first

narg:

[Jdub]

yes, that is very dysfunctional behavior
too bad he dint just shoot himself first

narg:

So, do I win???

[insanetrainchic]

Let’s see...I have many…. my father gave me what he thought was my first joint at 14 in order to protect me from undesirable people and prepared me for the future….my grandfather (a diplomat) introduce me to escargot/snails at age 5 so that I could join him for dinner when he had important guest and know how to “behave” at the table, thanks to my grandmother I had my first manicure at 6……. Do I win??

[snarg]

Let’s see...I have many…. my father gave me what he thought was my first joint at 14 in order to protect me from undesirable people and prepared me for the future….my grandfather (a diplomat) introduce me to escargot/snails at age 5 so that I could join him for dinner when he had important guest and know how to “behave” at the table, thanks to my grandmother I had my first manicure at 6……. Do I win??

shit, sounds like a dream childhood to me

narg:

[insanetrainchic]

shit, sounds like a dream childhood to me

narg:

Oh.. come on!! Give me a break...:mad: I still hate snails…. it was torture to sit-down for what it seem days and have my nails done when instead I should have been playing outside plus.. as a result manicures now a days are not a choice but a way of life and how many here had their father introduce them to marijuana?

[snarg]

Oh.. come on!! Give me a break...:mad: I still hate snails…. it was torture to sit-down for what it seem days and have my nails done when instead I should have been playing outside plus.. as a result manicures now a days are not a choice but a way of life and how many here had their father introduce them to marijuana?

ok, ok, i think you are a candidate
there are definitely issues here

my kid was so uptight i told her she should smoke a joint now and agin

narg:

[insanetrainchic]

ok, ok, i think you are a candidate
there are definitely issues here

my kid was so uptight i told her she should smoke a joint now and agin

narg:

LOL!!! you should meet my father..he may be able to give you some tips!:wub: