Helicopter ParentsBack when young ScaryDuck worked in the Dole office rather than simply queuing in it, he had to deal with a claimant brought in by his mum. She did all the talking. He was 40 years old.
Have you had to deal with over-protective parents? Get your Dad to tell us all about it.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Sep 2009, 15:13)
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I live in a house.long, long time lurker, first time poster.
back in the day when I wasnt a fat, lazy bastard, i used to play a lot of football. One particular game we were playing our local rivals in a derby game that matched celtic rangers for hate.
Playing left back I modelled myself on stuart "psycho" pearce, hence I set about kicking seven shades out of the oppositions right midfielder for the whole of the first half. Aside from the fact it was our local rivals, me and this lad had a bit of history, so everytime he got the ball, SMASH, I'd clatter into him (so much so that I'd even cracked one of his shin pads). oooh, I was hard.
Second half starts, and I carry on my assaulting of this player. Only this time, we're playing the other way. (as you change half's at half time for non football fans). The side where our parents are stood.
The ball is played out wide, in the air, towards my opponent. Eager to piss him off, I did the old trick of jumping for the ball, but 'accidentally' launching myself off his foot. He is naturally pissed off and turns round and calls me a twat.
at which point, my mother decides to shout " he doesnt live in a flat".
Hard man image ruined in an instant. my opponent didnt stop laughing for at least five minutes.
I didnt speak to her for two weeks.
(, Thu 10 Sep 2009, 22:30, 2 replies)
You dirty bastardI played left back (also before a became a fat lazy bastard).
You have given left-backs everywhere a bad name.
But have a click anyway.
(, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 12:34, closed)
dirty bastard,but I was also "a cultured passer" so all was forgiven.
(, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 22:44, closed)
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