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courthorn |
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My aunt's first husband was a murderer. They made a famous movie in the late 70's about the whole thing. Nobody in my family will talk about it at all.
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Eurytol |
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That reminds me of my family. We had a murderer in our family who got caught -- he was really fond of fava beans and chianti. He later helped this woman FBI trainee crack another murder case by answering questions she had and then managed to escape prison, so we're quite proud of him.
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TC |
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had an aunt, that I was really close to; she was this amazing female boxer. Anyway, she was injured in a fight, and she was paralyzed. So, you can imagine how sad I was... when I found out that she asked her manager to remover her breathing tube, so she could die.
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A Bartholomew |
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Meanpeoplesuck1 wrote: There are other methods of dealing with the truck driver. Does he live near you? |
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Eurytol |
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The worst was when we went to Africa and had our father trampled by a stampede. RIP Mufasa.
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Anne Boleyn |
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I had a cousin who lived in Soho. She made these paper mache' statues that were very popular. Turned out she put the paper mache' over living people.
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Aunt Pappy |
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I remember that movie, courthorn! But can't remember the name of it....help me out here.
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kutabeach |
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Not really a tragedy for my family, but when I was a little kid, me and three of my friends walked along the railroad tracks to go see the dead body of this kid who got hit by the train. It took us a while, and we had lots of interesting things happen to us along the way, but we finally saw the kid.
One of my friends, later when we grew up and lost touch with each other, was killed in a robbery. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. |
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TC |
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When my mother was pregnant with me, they did an ultrasound and found she was having twins, and when they did another ultrasound a few weeks later, they discovered that I had resorbed the other fetus.
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OuijaBroad |
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Eury was kept in a cage growing up. Her parents fed her nothing but Crisco and her only friend was the next door neighbor's dog, but he only visited her to steal from her food bowl.
Her uncle used to throw her in the back of his pickup and park near carnivals so he could charge people $1 each to look at her. Oh, wait..these are supposed to be our own stories, huh. |
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Eurytol |
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I had a brother who got run over by a train. He was engaged to my best friend and she later married this asshole who'd beat her. The asshole was later killed, and even though a friend and I were blamed for it, we got off. Afterwards my best friend died of cancer.
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TC |
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I was trying to throw this party once. And everyone was over for the weekend. And then my uncle Bernie died, and so me and my best friend, we had to pretend like he was alive, so...
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brokemom |
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My Granddaddy killed the town bully. He was sentenced to some paltry amount of time in prison since everyone in the small town was pretty fucking glad he did it.
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Eurytol |
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Hey wait! I know that one! That's Weekend at Bernies! Do you think this is a game?
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TC |
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When I was 17, I was headstrong and hardly expected my family's usual summer vacation in the Catskills to be momentous. But then I spied Johnny Castle, the resort's dance instructor from the wrong side of the tracks. Johnny was facing a crisis: his dance partner and friend, Penny, is pregnant and has reluctantly decided to get an abortion. This leaves Johnny a solo act -- until I agreesd to take Penny's place. I had to learn how to dance first, however, and as Johnny taught me the choreography's sexy, seductive moves, we fell in love. But my father believed that Johnny was the creep who got Penny pregnant, and he furiously ordered me to end the relationship. I knew that Johnny's innocent -- and with my feisty idealism and his dance talent, the two of us proved to my father that our love was worth fighting for. Then Johnny died of cancer.
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dearmelyn |
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Now TC has the strength of a full grown man and a little baby.
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HugItOut |
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Man, TC loves repeats of The Office.
Gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that Grey Pou-pon. NAILED IT. |
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Cleofuss |
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My cousin once confessed his love to a girl to cover his growing fear that he might be gay. One night, at a barn dance, he got a little drunk and hooked up with guy. Then he ran away, hid in the woods and eventually confessed to the girl who didn't want to believe him because she kinda dug him. He couldn't accept his sexuality nor could he hide behind the girl and that's why he threw himself off this bridge in Mississippi.
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Anne Boleyn |
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TC wrote:Nobody has ever tried to put TC in a corner. Since. |
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APG |
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My 2nd cousin was a little on the slow side. As a kid he had to wear leg braces. One day, some bullies were chasing him and he began to run. Well, the leg braces fell off and he could run like the wind blows. All that running later got him a full ride to the University of Alabama. He played football for four or five years and the went into the army. He was sent to Vietnam (it's a whole other country). There, he saved half his platoon and he was awarded the Medal of Honor. After a while he ran all over the place. Said he just felt like running. Later he started a seafood company and ended up doing pretty well for himself. Turns out, he had a bastard boy. He married the baby-mama, took out a large life policy on her and she died shortly after they married. I think he poisoned her. He wasn't even investigated. It was probably because of all the so-called charitable contributions he had made over the years.
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