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See yourself doing it or would ya throw him in the tobbacco field?
Kain99 said:See yourself doing it or would ya throw him in the tobbacco field?
vraiblonde said:Let me tell you what my mother did the first (and last) time I came home drunk:
I stagger in and she starts the, "Where in the hell have you been??? ARE YOU DRUNK???"
"Argh," says I, "I feel terrible. Can you please let me go to bed and yell at me tomorrow?"
So I stumble off to bed and the next morning I wake to this.....stench. And singing....really LOUD singing.
"OH what a beautiful MORNING! OH what a beautiful DAY!!" Ma trills, "Look! I made you breakfast!" And there in her evil hands was a plate, filled with (urk) chili-cheese omelet.
As I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, she's standing over me, "Bet you feel like a big woman now! Fun to get drunk, isn't it? Keep puking! Make room for this omelet!!"
Last time I ever came home drunk.So, sure. I'd make him some soup.
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They learn that stuff at Mom School.ocean733 said:My mom did something VERY similar to that.
Kain99 said:See yourself doing it or would ya throw him in the tobbacco field?
Airgasm said:The best cure is to find out what they got their buzz-on with the night before, and have a few mugs of it waiting for them the next morning... Serve it up with a hearty breakfast of scrapple, under-cooked eggs and beef liver...
Then, when they're sober enough, ream the living sh1t out of 'em.Lilypad said:Make him sleep in the bathtub-it's close to the toilet!
Make plenty of fluids available and give him his favorite blanky.![]()
First, and last, time I came home drunk, the doors were locked (missed curfew too). Had to ring the doorbell to get in. Father just looked at me in disgust as I stumbled up the stairs to bed. My mother woke me at 7:00 later that morning and said "Get up, your father needs your help with the car. He was doing the front brakes and changing the oil. A job he was MORE than capable of doing without my help. I went out and did the old "hand me the 9/16 socket" deal while he layed under the car and did the work. As we were pouring the old oil into a milk jug for disposal he said to me "so, how do you feel this morning?" "Like crud" says I. "Gonna do it again?" he asks. "Nope" says I. "Good, next time I won't unlock the door."vraiblonde said:Let me tell you what my mother did the first (and last) time I came home drunk:
I stagger in and she starts the, "Where in the hell have you been??? ARE YOU DRUNK???"
"Argh," says I, "I feel terrible. Can you please let me go to bed and yell at me tomorrow?"
So I stumble off to bed and the next morning I wake to this.....stench. And singing....really LOUD singing.
"OH what a beautiful MORNING! OH what a beautiful DAY!!" Ma trills, "Look! I made you breakfast!" And there in her evil hands was a plate, filled with (urk) chili-cheese omelet.
As I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, she's standing over me, "Bet you feel like a big woman now! Fun to get drunk, isn't it? Keep puking! Make room for this omelet!!"
Last time I ever came home drunk.So, sure. I'd make him some soup.
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keekee said:I have made the soup on a couple of occasions.
I also stood over them and said, "Sucks, doesn't it."
I don't freak out... I think the beast itself is the best teacher.
My teens learned quickly that it really sucks to hug the toilet all night.![]()
Neither of them are big on getting trashed...