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Post by StormInateacup on May 3, 2012 19:34:06 GMT -5
Oh Stormi we should have grown up together. I know right? There are also a few Black Uhlans with video of my tits. At the Mildura Harley Drags we were camped next to them for 4 days. Everywhere every women between the age of consent and senility went that weekend she was greeted with a chorus of "Show us yet tits sweet'eart!". I managed to resist most of the invites So the day we were packing up to leave the fellas were wandering around picking up bits and pieces opf camping detritus - you know, bongs, lace undwear, empty bourbon bottles - and one of them looks over at me and says "C'mon love - We're leavin' - Please show us yer tits." And I says. "Well if you'd used the magic word in the first place!" and obliged him....I've never seen a fat biker move so fast as that bloke with the camera did to get across the camp site. My boyfriend was v purse lipped for hours after.
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Post by MOLEY on May 4, 2012 5:32:40 GMT -5
I have to say that really is shocking when I led such a sheltered life me.
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 5:48:02 GMT -5
I have to say that really is shocking when I led such a sheltered life me. Shockin', innit? I have a bad girl inside me...and occasionally a bad boy an' all. LMAO.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 8:51:58 GMT -5
My parents were so strict with me. Church 3 times a week. Anything less than a B would get me grounded until the next grade reporting. I was once 6 minutes late because I got stuck waiting on a train, I was grounded for 6 weeks. As a result, anytime I was not with them I was running around like a mad woman trying to live my life. I lived with my grandparents for the most part until my dad retired right before I started high school. My grandparents had a simple philosophy when it came to raising kids. Love them, trust them and let them make their own mistakes. I never had a curfew, never was grounded, and could do pretty much anythign I wanted to. With them, I never once went wild, there was no need to. Then when I moved in with mom and dad full time and they had all these fucking rules and rules and more rules it was so fuckling claustraphobic I about died. So I went right wild. I was 16 before my parents even had a clue that I was this demon heathen child (their words not mine). When I was 16 I went to Florida (as ususal) with my grandparents (the sperm donor's parents) and that summer the kid's dad and I "borrowed" a series of very nice, very expensive vehicles and test drove them. We took one down to the keys for the weekend and that was our undoing as the people came home early from their trip. The kid's dad went to jail (this wasn't his first rodeo, which was a shock to me) and I got community service and my juvenile record expunged. That was when my parents learned just how bad I really was. I wasn't allowed out of their sight for a full fucking year except for school and they would show up to make sure I was there. My first date after this little "incident" was the prom that year. I might should have recognized the pattern there and not married the man years later, but that was still one of the best summers of my life. Lost my virginity, stole a bunch of cars, drank, smoked and generally went on a non-killing crime spree. I haven't had anything more than a speeding ticket since. So yeah I learned my lesson to a point
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 9:02:24 GMT -5
I used to go to pubs at 13 - being 5ft 10 at 13 allows you s lot of leeway in licensed premises - I was in a few stolen cars. One of which went sideways through the plate glass windows of a billiard table showroom on Parramatta Road. Mum and dad were never really happy about it but as dad had been quite the young ruffian himself in his day he always recognised the difference between youthful high spirits and actual badness. In fact after the plate glass window incident he said to me "If you ever again get in a car with anyone who is drunk or drug affected - and survive - I will kill you. Ring me. I will come and get you wherever you are and whatever time it is." And he DID too. I was just a bitch of a kid. I didn't have any reason to rebel really. They were good people. It weren't their fault most of their kids died and their hearts broke was it? I'd throttle my daughter if she tried it - but I don't think she will. They're really good kids mine...I don't know why. unless they're rebelling in that way
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 9:15:10 GMT -5
I've taken the same approach my grandparents took with me. Mine are all good kids, the occasional skirmish or two but for the most part I really have no issues with them. Well I wish my 12 year old daughter wasn't 5'7" with a figure that doesn't stop and hair down to her behind which switches nicely when she walks, but otherwise......
Boys are easier. You expect certain things from them. That's so bad of me huh?
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Post by StormInateacup on May 4, 2012 9:19:58 GMT -5
Yeah I keep telling mine she'll never break her nose by falling on her face too - lmao...where did they get these tits from? It's not fucking genetic I can tell you that right now. I blame hormones in the chicken!! I don't have to worry about being the helicopter over her virtue though - her brother has that market well cornered.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 9:22:19 GMT -5
Yeah my boys are stricter with her than I am. She is allowed to go out with her little (6'2") beau with her brothers and their girls. It makes for everyone watching everyone hoping to catch them doing something they can use for blackmail later.
Personally I consider it a genius plan, especially as it means I don't have to chaperone myself.
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Post by Sita on May 4, 2012 9:31:11 GMT -5
I'm probably considered a strict parent these days. My son is not allowed to play past our building, upstairs or in anyone's apartment. Has a 6pm curfew and no playing after school (except Fridays).
I also make his friends call me by my last name.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 9:32:32 GMT -5
How old is your son?
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Post by Sita on May 4, 2012 9:33:38 GMT -5
Almost 10
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 9:36:21 GMT -5
Oh wow and he isn't allowed to play other than Fridays? I mean I can understand the rest, but I have always thought a well played out child ate well and slept well. My kids always had to come in when the street lights came on.
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Post by Sita on May 4, 2012 9:44:06 GMT -5
He's allowed to play Friday after school and the weekend. He gets home from school around 4:30 so that only gives him about half an hour to play after he finishes his homework. Not really enough time.
During the summer break though I let him play every day and until 7.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 9:49:51 GMT -5
Ah, I see. I didn't have the kids do their homework until after dinner if they hadn't done it at afterschool or in class. That way I was there to keep an eye on them.
They had a good hour to an hour and a half to play. Otherwise my kids would be up half the night. It's the bad side to the whole fast metabolism thing they have.
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Post by Sita on May 4, 2012 9:55:29 GMT -5
Yeah, I'd love to do that but he's the type that you have to get him to do it right away or it will never get done. Especially since he hates homework.
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