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Dec. 31st, 2003 12:46 pmI'd just like to say that I think it explains a lot about me that my favorite New Year's memory involved all of my relatives getting together as a family to get drunk and watch hard-core porn.
No, seriously.
You haven't lived until you've sat in a hottub with your great-uncle at midnight on New Year's and had him threaten to slip you tongue during the New Year's kiss.
Or at least, you haven't lived through the really, really, really, really, really, really bad nightmares.
No, seriously.
You haven't lived until you've sat in a hottub with your great-uncle at midnight on New Year's and had him threaten to slip you tongue during the New Year's kiss.
Or at least, you haven't lived through the really, really, really, really, really, really bad nightmares.
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Well...
Date: 2003-12-31 10:17 am (UTC)*spit take warning*
1> My uncle ran the New York City Marathon in clown makeup with a plunger on his head. He also had a picture taken with Guiliani like this.
2> He lost his virginity to a puerto rican hooker, and then went home to boast of this to his mother.
3> My mother recently confessed to me that he thought I was a homosexual. Now, while I have nothing against homosexual, I am not one. Further, the fact that my own MOTHER not only felt I was one, but felt obligated to share this with me? *shudder* It may explain why I have difficulty getting dates however.
4> My mother tried to convince the family to walk 5 kilometers, each way to get Ice Cream at 2 am in Israel.
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Date: 2003-12-31 10:18 am (UTC)*tries to find a happy place to clear the nightmare from her head*
*viggo, rotk, popcorn . . .*
ahhhhhh . . ..
Shudder
Date: 2003-12-31 05:11 pm (UTC)(Great-uncle...tongue....ewwww)
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Date: 2004-01-01 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-13 03:56 pm (UTC)Explain, please?