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Start here => Free For ALL => Topic started by: Gluey on February 10, 2008, 10:47:07 PM
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I put water and toothpaste in her shoes.
I put an egg in her bed and under carpet.
I threw up under the cushion in her couch.
I threw baby powder on her when she was wearing all black
I broke the wings off her angel. (Accidentally) I told her "it's OK now she's just a normal little girl" my grandma thought that
was cute and didn't get upset with me.
I took food from her freezer and put it in the middle of the side walk for the homeless people or threw it over
the fence for the neighbors dog.
Yes I was a brat. A lot of these things my brother told me to do because if I did he would burn me CD or let me play on his Playstaion.
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I firebombed her house,
when she wouldn't let me
and my homies sell crack
from it.
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I firebombed her house,
when she wouldn't let me
and my homies sell crack
from it.
hahahah. Now you gotta be making stuff up. No?
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I think the brattiest I actually did was cower
from her sexual advances.
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I put water and toothpaste in her shoes.
I put an egg in her bed and under carpet.
I threw up under the cushion in her couch.
I threw baby powder on her when she was wearing all black
I broke the wings off her angel. (Accidentally) I told her "it's OK now she's just a normal little girl" my grandma thought that
was cute and didn't get upset with me.
I took food from her freezer and put it in the middle of the side walk for the homeless people or threw it over
the fence for the neighbors dog.
Yes I was a brat. A lot of these things my brother told me to do because if I did he would burn me CD or let me play on his Playstaion.
you are a bitch!
i snuck in and took her clothes and towels when she was in the shower.
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Least you didn't take her ass.
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I never did such things (that I can remember).
I guess my grandma(s) show(s/ed) me love and respect, which I reciprocate(d).
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Oh! i also remember when i threw a piece of plastersine at her ass while she was vacuuming and she yelled "OW!" I was 7 when I used to throw things at her.
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I think the brattiest I actually did was cower
from her sexual advances.
Is that why you always go after jailbait now? :P
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I think the brattiest I actually did was cower
from her sexual advances.
Is that why you always go after jailbait now? :P
I dunno. I thought 'twas those tight young bodies.
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I didn't deliberately do anything bratty to her. But looking back, I realize I must have annoyed the shit out of her. My brother and cousin (NT's), however, were a different matter. They did do stuff deliberately, often involving the detonation of Snap-N-Pops inside the house.
My grandmother rarely lost her temper. My grandfather, though he loved his grandkids, he'd let you know it if he was pissed.
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Is this thread meant what you did as a kid or can you include shitty things you've done as an adult?
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Is this thread meant what you did as a kid or can you include shitty things you've done as an adult?
Definitely the latter, because now I'm interested.
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Okay, few years ago I rang her up and told her what for, using four letter words and the like.
I dont feel bad about it either cos she is an evil witch who causes so much trouble in everyones life.
The sort of person who wil complain and complain, but doesnt listen to anyone else, I mean really doesnt listen. Like she will complain, then you say some words, and she doesnt even pretend to be listening to you and keeps on complaining and its quite obvious that she didnt listen to a word you said. Just waited for her turn to talk again, and if you even suggest anything negative about her ideas or personality or anything, then you are the biggest bastard or bitch that ever lived. And she pushes my Opa around. Like they got seperated fucking years and years ago, when i was a baby or something. He moved out for a number of years, and when his son, (who had done extensive renovating on the family home cos he still lived there) wanted to move out, he sold his half of the house back to my Opa and my Opa moved into the understairs apartment (the house is built on an incline, the main house being on top). But the dude doesnt have his name on the title and is pretty much fucked. My Nan is in total control and pretty much tells him what to do etc, and is a complete bitch about it.
So fuck it. She can go rot by herself for all I care. My life is better off for not having to deal with toxic family members as far Im concerned.
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My wife got sick of her grandmother,
who would try and run her life. Just
absolutely cut off all contact. Would
slam the phone down - refused presents,
whatever. It really sickened me, because
while the woman was annoying at times,
I kinda believe blood is blood, and she
didn't do anything too horrible. Indeed,
my wife tried to enlist me, by saying her
grandmother didn't think I should smoke.
Never thought I'd see the same kind of
coldness turned against me.
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Yeah, I understand the blood is blood thing, but I think that has to go both ways for it to really work.
I think everyone has to earn respect, no matter if they are your family or not. If my Nan is willing to treat so many members of the family like shit, then does she really deserve respect when she wont even respect anyone else? What gives her the right to be toxic to the family and push that behaviour onwards to other generations, keeping the toxic behaviour in the family, continuing it on etc. Passing it down.
I decided I didnt want to live like that and expose my immediate family to that. I want better for my future generations.
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I have no problem returning any shit,
with interest. It's the cutting off. It
would take something pretty serious
for me to do that. I can't really think
of anything, tbh. Threatening someone
I love, perhaps - but even then, I'd just
protect them, I think.
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I told her she was an egg for no reason.
It was weird.
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Never bratty to my Nan she was the best other people that's another matter though :laugh:
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I told her she was an egg for no reason.
It was weird.
:LMAO:
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My mom called to remind me to say happy birthday to her. I never called her.
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I don't think I ever did anything to my grandmothers except tease. I was a big teaser when I was little.
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From what I am told and what I do remember, I have never treated my grandparents badly. They are awesome. My grandmother is pretty crazy, but she is very sweet to me.
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Put icecubes down her shirt
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All my grandparents died before my parents met, so I never did anything bratty to them. :M :angel:
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Maybe give her cat a hard time because I was a kid and all but I don't recall doing anything bratty to my Nanna. I loved her firm hugs and she used to cook delicious roast dinners.
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Maybe give her cat a hard time because I was a kid and all but I don't recall doing anything bratty to my Nanna. I loved her firm hugs and she used to cook delicious roast dinners.
Your Nanna sounds like the classic Nanna we all like to imagine. :prude: :)
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Only got to really know my dad's mother later in life...found out we were a lot alike in many ways. It was nice, I wish it could have happened sooner.
I spent most of my life being a "disappointment". Every grandparent has to have that one grandchild they don't like to talk about. ;)
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I hid in her pantry for about half an hour while she scoured the house looking for me.
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At what age grey area? kids on the spectrum (and some adults for that matter) are well known for loving small enclosed spaces. I'd often pull the drawers out from my bed far enough so that I could squeeze into the frame, or when I had a one-bunk bed as a wee nipper that needed a short integral ladder to get up to, I'd take my quilt and pillow and go sleep in the space that was used to keep certain aromatic plants, well known for having serrated, although not sharp, multiply fingered leaves and lots of resinous trichomes. I'd go and sleep next to the growlights after they were turned off, and be lulled to a most restful sleep, when I had difficulty sleeping as I often still do, by the warmth of the turned off light setup helping evaporate some of the most scrumptiously scented sweet, resinous spicy aroma of said 'certain plants', even when not yet budding, and certainly not ready for harvest, curing and toking up, which makes for a rather effective manner of aromatherapy, very relaxing, as legend has it (and I doubt somewhat) sleeping in a field of opium poppy is reputed to be too.That though I rather doubt, because the smell of fresh, un-prepared, undried opium latex is actually pretty fucking awful. Ever made opium poppy pod tea? it smells absolutely foul, as does getting the latex on your hands and fingers, and makes the kitchen smell ranker than satan's morning after sharting after a rotting skunk vindaloo with a dressing of alkyl isocyanide of choice. served with a dressing of ammonium selenide (I would say the telluride, but I have never prepared that, since absorption of even traces of Te lead to production of volatiles like dimethyl telluride and dimethyl ditelluride, that persist for a LONG time, and are so unspeakably terrible in terms of the stench they pack, that 'tellurium breath' has forced books they have touched to be replaced, and some poor bastards afflicted by tellurium-breath as its 'affectionately' nicknamed amongst chemists have comitted suicide because of it, or so I am told. Generally where the corresponding oxygen compound doesn't smell bad, the sulfur one is pretty nasty, the equivalent where selenium replaces sulfur is horrific, and that of the next chalcogen down, tellurium is so appalling there aren't even words to describe it. Bad enough that one incident, involving a chemist of IIRC german ancestry, traveling via train, unfortunately for the rail company, dropped the vial of dibutyl telluride he was transporting. And it couldn't be cleansed, the entire thing, the train, had to be scrapped, because it simply could never be rendered enterable again, let alone fit for use by people or goods.
And I can well imagine, having smelled some pretty nasty selenium compounds and myself once been the victim of to coin a term 'sulfur breath', when something itself with a quite pleasant and completely non-hadean smell, a scent rather than a stygian abomination, odd, but by no means at all foul, unfortunately metabolized into some other sulfurous, although unspecified compound or compounds and for over a week I couldn't change clothes, because anything I wore would have had to be gotten rid of. And it came out in sweat, shite, piss, even tear fluid, SALIVA and goddamned NASAL fluid. Thats right. Producing a horrific stench bad enough to make people cross the street, turn round and go the other way from several hundred meters away, INSIDE my fucking nose. And the same outfit, thankfully nothing precious to me or expensive, bar a spiked leather belt I rather liked although not too pricy, the only items salvageable were my shoes. The rest had to be stuffed into multiple layers of bin bags, and taken out into the middle of nowhere, taking as soon as possible, back-trails through what round here is the closest to countryside locally, and burn the lot. Because I could no way in hell, earth or both have let them reside just multiply bagged up and stuck in the outside wheeliebin.
Didn't know what was the cause at first, because it came and went, at very first, faintly, too faint to be foul and faint enough, on and off, that others couldn't smell it (I could, however, since some of it was coming out in my damned nose (or if not damned, it must surely have thought it had entered hell:autism:), then stronger the next day, after more of the parent compound metabolized to some things or other generally classifiable into 'that which should not be' and generally a wrongness committed against the natural order by their existence, then whenever I took a leak, it came back, still didn't connect it, until a little later, sufficient traces of whatever metabolic breakdown products of the haloalkylthiazole compound it or they claimed ancestry thereof to send people running away, literally, when I had no choice but to leave the house.
The worst was probably a doctors appt I had to go to, unavoidable and needed, although not about becoming, temporarily, the living incarnate vessel for all the virulent stench of hell rolled up into a neat, utterly abominably stench-emitting, although nevertheless rather good looking, in a rakish sort of way:autism:
I couldn't even go into the waiting room, I had to hide in the toilets and lock the door so nobody else would either start spewing their guts up, or be subjected, especially kids to the horrific stygian abyssal retch-inducing reek. With Se compounds being worse than sulfur, if it had been Se in place of S, I shudder to even contemplate how traumatic that would have been, and with what I've heard of Te doing the same thing, only so SO much worse, it makes what I went through look like happy smiles in the land of fwuffy ikkle kittens in comparison.
I can WELL imagine that people have killed themselves and become social pariahs (although presumably not in that exact order mind you) because of 'tellurium breath', because whilst contact with S or Se don't do that (this had to be prouduced as a metabolite rather than through merely touching traces of Te or its compounds, or things those have themselves touched, or had transferred from objects which have, it doesn't just come out in breath, it comes out in EVERYTHING, all of you.
I showered at first for HOURS, used several bottles of lynx shower gel, even going through a fair bit of shampoo as well to try and rid myself of it, but to absolutely no avail whatsoever. I thought myself simply to have gotten something like it on my skin or clothing. But not at the time realized it was coming from and continually being biosynthesized from within. And the sulfur compounds where there are Se and Te equivalents are, aside from the usually stenchless oxygen counterparts, the gentlest, least noxious of the lot.
Granny got off lightly, never being near that, worst she ever got was me going postal with a load of shower gel, bubble bath, spray foams and such all over the bathroom, making a nicely scented,
bubbly, postapocalyptic mess :P She didn't live with us, and she got off VERY lightly, never having been in the proximity of any of my early science experiments, save once my eating stinkhorn fungus egg stages, which were reputedly edible, but made me sick as a parrot, as they say, puking my guts up and with a rotten stomach ache and nauseous as fuck all night long.
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I honestly don't remember :LOL:
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I don't remember doing anything to my grandma either. :dunno: It's totally possible I was just bratty by default. :zoinks:
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Aside from the bubble-bath bathroom holocaust I once caused (it was one hell of a mess and she was NOT pleased about it) as a little 'un, the only thing I can think of, is perhaps, and its clutching at the thinnest of straws, bringing back huge sacks of mushrooms to her place to sort through and separate the edible from the liberty caps that grew in profusion out on the yorkshire hills in the village she used to live in.
Used to use the visits as opportunities to pick shrooms, lots of shrooms, although she never expressed any interest in trying them, if she knew what they even were. And brought back (and had to use her tables to sort through and pick out the tastiest species and most prime specimens) bags upon bags of waxcaps (Hygrocybe, and some Hygrophorus genus), mushrooms that have, as the name suggests, a waxy feel to the cap, especially when moist, in almost all species. There are one or two toxic ones, although not dangerous. Upset stomach level of poisonous, many vividly colored ones and quite a few, such as the meadow waxcap, Camaryllophorus pratensis syn Hygrophorus pratensis, and H.cocinnea, H.punicea, the scarlet waxcap and scarlet hood, respectively, all three of which grow to a respectable size with a view to going into the cooking pot, and are excellent eating. H.punicea and C.pratensis especially, fried in butter with just a pinch of sea salt are delicious. The closest to bratty, bathroom filled with foam aside, that I got with her, was either the sheer quantity of waxcaps and other delicacies that I had to sort through and clean and in the meantime, stack her kitchen table with, or not faking gratitude and not giving a bogus 'oh how wonderful' when one of her xmas gifts to me as a kid was a britney fucking spears CD. NOT my cup of tea when it comes to music. About as far from it, bar gangsta rap about bitches niggers bling turf war shootings and hoes, as it is humanly possible to ever get, as far as my taste in music goes. Not her fault, she had no idea. Just tried. But all the same, I couldn't fake enjoyment of that. Put it in my portable CD player, headphones on, headphones on head, and didn't bother putting batteries in or playing it. Wouldn't do it in front of her, but it got snapped in half and binned when I got back home. She tried, she just failed utterly. But I did wait until she was no longer present to dispose of the offending article in question. For something old school, if needed, something like blue oyster cult, steppenwolf or black sabbath would have been more like it.
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Nicking her cane, and then walk her walk, using that cane, mocking her. That is what my brother and I did now and then as young kids. She would in return now and then ambush us, using that same cane as a pretend rifle.
My other gran, there was no need to be bratty there. She had the coolest chores for us, like burning the rubbish.
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LOL hyke. xD.
Sounds like your first gran, the cane one, didn't take it badly at all, if she returned the fuckabout in kind.
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LOL hyke. xD.
Sounds like your first gran, the cane one, didn't take it badly at all, if she returned the fuckabout in kind.
They both had a good sense of humour.
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I don't remember doing anything to my grandma either. :dunno: It's totally possible I was just bratty by default. :zoinks:
All I remember was her getting really mean when I told her I didn't like Smoked Ham.
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I was a pretty insufferable brat to my grandma at times. We used to bake birthday cakes together. She taught me how to bake and ice cakes. But when she got older and I was a preteen/early teen, she wasn't as on the ball anymore, she got slow and dithery. I was rude to her about it, interrupting her and practically pushing her out of the way when we were working "together" on cakes. My mother was even in the room and didn't stop me, which kind of amazed me at the time. I never got told off for rudeness or impatience and my grandma just kind of gave up and sat out.
:-[
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I don't remember doing anything to my grandma either. :dunno: It's totally possible I was just bratty by default. :zoinks:
All I remember was her getting really mean when I told her I didn't like Smoked Ham.
She worked all day cooking that ham, young man! :rollingpin: :sandmage:
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I was a pretty insufferable brat to my grandma at times. We used to bake birthday cakes together. She taught me how to bake and ice cakes. But when she got older and I was a preteen/early teen, she wasn't as on the ball anymore, she got slow and dithery. I was rude to her about it, interrupting her and practically pushing her out of the way when we were working "together" on cakes. My mother was even in the room and didn't stop me, which kind of amazed me at the time. I never got told off for rudeness or impatience and my grandma just kind of gave up and sat out.
:-[
Dementia sucks. It's hard to see the person you knew fading away. :hug:
My mother sassed her grandmother once, and got the back of her mother's hand. Old-school! :slap:
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I don't remember doing anything to my grandma either. :dunno: It's totally possible I was just bratty by default. :zoinks:
All I remember was her getting really mean when I told her I didn't like Smoked Ham.
She worked all day cooking that ham, young man! :rollingpin: :sandmage:
Um no.... she was going through severe hearing loss, and memory issues then.
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I don't remember doing anything to my grandma either. :dunno: It's totally possible I was just bratty by default. :zoinks:
All I remember was her getting really mean when I told her I didn't like Smoked Ham.
She worked all day cooking that ham, young man! :rollingpin: :sandmage:
Um no.... she was going through severe hearing loss, and memory issues then.
I'm sorry to hear that. Dementia sucks. My father was very deaf in his last years, that sucks too. :(
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I don't remember doing anything to my grandma either. :dunno: It's totally possible I was just bratty by default. :zoinks:
All I remember was her getting really mean when I told her I didn't like Smoked Ham.
She worked all day cooking that ham, young man! :rollingpin: :sandmage:
Um no.... she was going through severe hearing loss, and memory issues then.
I'm sorry to hear that. Dementia sucks. My father was very deaf in his last years, that sucks too. :(
Dad is going through hearing issues, as well as having a 4th stent on his heart. Surpisingly enough he is only going to be 58.