LOL! Unlike you, my parents loved me..............but, there was that fake "Strawberry Shortcake". She smelled like raisinspokerdog said:My parents used to buy us plastic shoes with a fake nike swoosh.....we called them Mikes![]()
comicgirl said:LOL! Unlike you, my parents loved me..............but, there was that fake "Strawberry Shortdoll". She smelled like raisins![]()
Pythenis said:Thanks you for opening the horrors of my past, lets see I asked Santa for a "new bike" for Christmas when I was 7, the bike I unwrapped was did not look like any bike I had ever seen before......I was in tears.
Apparently Santa had found the said bike in a garbage can somewhere, put "new" handle bars on the frame witch must have been from another garbage can,the tires did not match and then he painted the monstrosity orange......bright friggin orange.
Well I was crying and refused to go ride the bike with my 2 friends next door who had just unwrapped there new Diamondback and Hutch trix-star bicycles.
So after a good ass beating by my dad, tearfully I went outside with the "new" bike and was completely humiliated. I remember vividly there laughter and they kept asking "What kind of bike is that?", "Did someone spray paint that bike?", and my favorite "Why did you ask Santa for that bike?"
I think I am going to go cry somewhere now,.....thanks...
LMFAO!!!....pardon me while I go and light a candle for you..poor soul (f---ing funny!...I laughed my squidly spooch off)Pythenis said:Thanks you for opening the horrors of my past, lets see I asked Santa for a "new bike" for Christmas when I was 7, the bike I unwrapped was did not look like any bike I had ever seen before......I was in tears.
Apparently Santa had found the said bike in a garbage can somewhere, put "new" handle bars on the frame witch must have been from another garbage can,the tires did not match and then he painted the monstrosity orange......bright friggin orange.
Well I was crying and refused to go ride the bike with my 2 friends next door who had just unwrapped there new Diamondback and Hutch trix-star bicycles.
So after a good ass beating by my dad, tearfully I went outside with the "new" bike and was completely humiliated. I remember vividly there laughter and they kept asking "What kind of bike is that?", "Did someone spray paint that bike?", and my favorite "Why did you ask Santa for that bike?"
I think I am going to go cry somewhere now,.....thanks...
Pythenis said:Thanks you for opening the horrors of my past, lets see I asked Santa for a "new bike" for Christmas when I was 7, the bike I unwrapped was did not look like any bike I had ever seen before......I was in tears.
Apparently Santa had found the said bike in a garbage can somewhere, put "new" handle bars on the frame witch must have been from another garbage can,the tires did not match and then he painted the monstrosity orange......bright friggin orange.
Well I was crying and refused to go ride the bike with my 2 friends next door who had just unwrapped there new Diamondback and Hutch trix-star bicycles.
So after a good ass beating by my dad, tearfully I went outside with the "new" bike and was completely humiliated. I remember vividly there laughter and they kept asking "What kind of bike is that?", "Did someone spray paint that bike?", and my favorite "Why did you ask Santa for that bike?"
I think I am going to go cry somewhere now,.....thanks...
Pythenis said:Thanks you for opening the horrors of my past, lets see I asked Santa for a "new bike" for Christmas when I was 7, the bike I unwrapped was did not look like any bike I had ever seen before......I was in tears.
Apparently Santa had found the said bike in a garbage can somewhere, put "new" handle bars on the frame witch must have been from another garbage can,the tires did not match and then he painted the monstrosity orange......bright friggin orange.
Well I was crying and refused to go ride the bike with my 2 friends next door who had just unwrapped there new Diamondback and Hutch trix-star bicycles.
So after a good ass beating by my dad, tearfully I went outside with the "new" bike and was completely humiliated. I remember vividly there laughter and they kept asking "What kind of bike is that?", "Did someone spray paint that bike?", and my favorite "Why did you ask Santa for that bike?"
I think I am going to go cry somewhere now,.....thanks...
bluejake01 said:So...your parents obviously did the best that they could on their budget to make your Christmas wish come true, and you still haven't looked past your childhood disappointment in Santa, and realized that the bike you got was made with love.
pokerdog said:I was wondering how long it would be till someone got all serious and played killjoy to swapping funny stories.... thanks guys, I know someone will always be there to spoil fun![]()
yeah, long live thepokerdog said:I was wondering how long it would be till someone got all serious and played killjoy to swapping funny stories.... thanks guys, I know someone will always be there to spoil fun![]()
Where exactly is the "god home"..... I see you've mistaken me for a deity.... please just don't use my name in vainbluejake01 said:DO I hear the Wambulance coming? Wana take your ball and god home little boy?
Yeah, me too....ugh! Did get some Legos....but one year, a giant Barbie head!! I kept it in closetU.S War Machine said:They bought me clothes I wanted toys!
' Fire!! Long time, no see! Doesn't have to be a "bad" gift. Just generic or weird or whateverImmortalfire said:I don't recall ever getting a "bad" gift. Only thing remotely close would be clothes![]()
pokerdog said:Where exactly is the "god home"..... I see you've mistaken me for a deity.... please just don't use my name in vain
Wazzup! Can I get a hugcomicgirl said:' Fire!! Long time, no see! Doesn't have to be a "bad" gift. Just generic or weird or whatever![]()
That's a weird, but cute gift! I got Transformers slippers onceImmortalfire said:Wazzup! Can I get a hug
Weird you say? Hmm...once they gave me Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles slippers. I wasn't expecting them, so it was...weird..when I saw them?![]()
Sorry![]()
Pythenis said:Thanks you for opening the horrors of my past, lets see I asked Santa for a "new bike" for Christmas when I was 7, the bike I unwrapped was did not look like any bike I had ever seen before......I was in tears.
Apparently Santa had found the said bike in a garbage can somewhere, put "new" handle bars on the frame witch must have been from another garbage can,the tires did not match and then he painted the monstrosity orange......bright friggin orange.
Well I was crying and refused to go ride the bike with my 2 friends next door who had just unwrapped there new Diamondback and Hutch trix-star bicycles.
So after a good ass beating by my dad, tearfully I went outside with the "new" bike and was completely humiliated. I remember vividly there laughter and they kept asking "What kind of bike is that?", "Did someone spray paint that bike?", and my favorite "Why did you ask Santa for that bike?"
I think I am going to go cry somewhere now,.....thanks...
come on!! that was funny!!...Darthphere said:No offense but I can see why you got your ass beat.
*Darthphere does not in any way shape or form condone child abuse.