since we're all friends here, you should know
Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:25 pm
there's something that happened when i was a kid that disturbed me and has bothered me since.
when i was six, my parents divorced. i had to live with my dad, since my mom left the state, but mom gave me a scooby-doo stuffed animal when she left. i treasured that scooby-doo like no child has ever treasured a toy before. i took it everywhere. my father kept telling me to get rid of it after it got all dirty and nasty, but i refused to.
meanwhile, my father spent a lot of time watching pornos. he didn't know i knew. he kept it secret. but i'd sneak downstairs and find him watching some pretty sick shit. stuff like guys and dogs, cartoon characters fucking, etc. i never saw it, but i could hear it.
one day, i couldn't find scooby-doo. i looked for him all day, and fell asleep in my room. i woke up in the middle of the night to hear some sort of pounding noise coming from the kitchen. i crept downstairs, silently, and snuck up to the kitchen door. i opened it just a smidge to find....
...my dad making me a birthday cake!!
what, did you sick fuckers think my dad was going to be fucking my beloved scooby-doo? no, i found him the next day; i'd left him in the shed on accident. jesus fucking christ, you guys are twisted assholes to think that sort of shit about my day.
when i was six, my parents divorced. i had to live with my dad, since my mom left the state, but mom gave me a scooby-doo stuffed animal when she left. i treasured that scooby-doo like no child has ever treasured a toy before. i took it everywhere. my father kept telling me to get rid of it after it got all dirty and nasty, but i refused to.
meanwhile, my father spent a lot of time watching pornos. he didn't know i knew. he kept it secret. but i'd sneak downstairs and find him watching some pretty sick shit. stuff like guys and dogs, cartoon characters fucking, etc. i never saw it, but i could hear it.
one day, i couldn't find scooby-doo. i looked for him all day, and fell asleep in my room. i woke up in the middle of the night to hear some sort of pounding noise coming from the kitchen. i crept downstairs, silently, and snuck up to the kitchen door. i opened it just a smidge to find....
...my dad making me a birthday cake!!
what, did you sick fuckers think my dad was going to be fucking my beloved scooby-doo? no, i found him the next day; i'd left him in the shed on accident. jesus fucking christ, you guys are twisted assholes to think that sort of shit about my day.