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DEEZPAZ
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My worst had to be when me and my x were going thru some rough times and were pretty much on the verge of breaking up... We all ready had the gifts bought for each other and I wanted to get mine!!! So I went to her house and we exchanged gifts but it was the weirdest, most awkward feeling ever.. You could hear a pin drop after we opened each gift and then I took my gifts and left!!!! LOL
canadianhitman
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The worst Christmas would have been the one right after my grandfather died. I was okay by the time Christmas rolled around, but my mother and grandmother were extremely emotional because it was the first Christmas without him. It really put a damper on the holidays, because they just weren't themselves that year.
MAX 300
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Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special.
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special.
Rex
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Last Christmas I had to spend away from my family, but I had a good time with some people over seas.
The worst Christmas was in '97. My grandmother died on the 12th of December and was buried by the 19th. We still weren't over the shock of losing her to begin with, then within 3 weeks of it all was her birthday [18th], Christmas, and New Years. But the family was together and that's the way she would've wanted it.
The worse holiday ever was Thanksgiving was last year. I was supposed to meet up with some people at the unit I spent 6 months with, but missed them. Walked back to my barracks, and stopped by the store on the way there to get something to eat, only to find it closed 10 minutes before I got there. Everyone else in the barracks went to the SNCO's house, he invited everyone but I refuse to eat with someone who yells at us constantly at work then wants to be buddy buddy at holidays. Wound up sitting alone in my room eating squirt cheese and saltines.
The worst Christmas was in '97. My grandmother died on the 12th of December and was buried by the 19th. We still weren't over the shock of losing her to begin with, then within 3 weeks of it all was her birthday [18th], Christmas, and New Years. But the family was together and that's the way she would've wanted it.
The worse holiday ever was Thanksgiving was last year. I was supposed to meet up with some people at the unit I spent 6 months with, but missed them. Walked back to my barracks, and stopped by the store on the way there to get something to eat, only to find it closed 10 minutes before I got there. Everyone else in the barracks went to the SNCO's house, he invited everyone but I refuse to eat with someone who yells at us constantly at work then wants to be buddy buddy at holidays. Wound up sitting alone in my room eating squirt cheese and saltines.
One year - my gf's father dressed up as santa clause and was trying to get down the chimney christmas morning as a suprise when he got stuck and suffocated...
they though he was missing or left them, which was upsetting enough, but then after several weeks they started to smell a rotting smell coming from the chimney...
when they called the fire department they pulled his rotting corpse and the bag full of toys he had gotten for them...
she never played with "my little ponies" again...
they though he was missing or left them, which was upsetting enough, but then after several weeks they started to smell a rotting smell coming from the chimney...
when they called the fire department they pulled his rotting corpse and the bag full of toys he had gotten for them...
she never played with "my little ponies" again...
MrMuscle
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The Night Santa Went Crazy
Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was sick of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was sick of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
milo hobgoblin
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At the time.. my worst Christmas was in 2000. I foundout on Christmas eve that my ex-wife was having an affair.. her whole family was statying at our house, her best friend and her boss.
they all knew about it.. I left the second I found out.. but I came back the next mornign to be with my kids on Christmas day.. and sat there the whole morning with all these people who knew my wife was havign an affair for months.
A few months later I realized it was the best day of my life. LOL.
they all knew about it.. I left the second I found out.. but I came back the next mornign to be with my kids on Christmas day.. and sat there the whole morning with all these people who knew my wife was havign an affair for months.
A few months later I realized it was the best day of my life. LOL.
i never really had a bad one.
this past dec. 6th my dad died suddenly, leaving his 13 year old twins orphaned with me being the only living relative who isn't emotionally disturbed or over 80.
a few days after he died, i fell and dislocated my shoulder, tearing all the soft tissue and getting me kinda hooked on vicodin for a bit till i went off cold turkey and suffered with cold sweats for 3 nights.
i still made christmas dinner for 10 and did all the shopping, wrapping, and decorating though. i like christmas. its fun when you're high on vicodin too.
this past dec. 6th my dad died suddenly, leaving his 13 year old twins orphaned with me being the only living relative who isn't emotionally disturbed or over 80.
a few days after he died, i fell and dislocated my shoulder, tearing all the soft tissue and getting me kinda hooked on vicodin for a bit till i went off cold turkey and suffered with cold sweats for 3 nights.
i still made christmas dinner for 10 and did all the shopping, wrapping, and decorating though. i like christmas. its fun when you're high on vicodin too.
Rex
New member
Milo Hobgoblin said:
Damn Milo that sucks. Feel like you were the subject of a mob hit and everyone was in on it? I did when my ex-gf dumped me for another guy, and that can't even begin to compare to what you went through. I came home from Okinawa for a funeral, stopped by to see her, everyone was smiles, then she walked me out and bam. You say in retrospect it was the best day of your life so good on you, buddy.
GoldenDelicious
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it was phenomenally depressing. women.
milo hobgoblin
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She was stupid enough to leave all the text in her Instant Messenger chat.. and the family knew because she informed thme months beforehand that she was going to leave me.. just 3 months after I bought her a huge fucking brand new house.
LOl she ended up losing it, I pay no alimony and no child support either.
The first girl I dated was a beautiful voluptuous redhead.. ex-wife was JEALOUS AS HELL (the redhead in that one picture sugarplum)
And the socond girl I dated is built like a pron star who my ex-wife also hates.
Ahh. livign good is the best revenge and my ex-wife knows for me living good means Im getting laid a lot.
She just fuckign hates it.. grinds her bones.
I just look at her and smile.
Oh yes to add fuel to the fire.. every guy she has dated has dumped her within a few weeks to a month.
The best thign is that before I gave her the house (after we seperated) My ex-gf (the redhead used to come over and fuck my brains out on the dining room table.. (the one my ex-wife now owns) MUWHAHHAHAHAH
everytime I go to her house and watch her eating on that table I think to myself "if you only knew how many times I fucked xxxxxxx in the ass on that table" LOL
I did wash it though but its the idea that counts.
LOl she ended up losing it, I pay no alimony and no child support either.
The first girl I dated was a beautiful voluptuous redhead.. ex-wife was JEALOUS AS HELL (the redhead in that one picture sugarplum)
And the socond girl I dated is built like a pron star who my ex-wife also hates.
Ahh. livign good is the best revenge and my ex-wife knows for me living good means Im getting laid a lot.
She just fuckign hates it.. grinds her bones.
I just look at her and smile.
Oh yes to add fuel to the fire.. every guy she has dated has dumped her within a few weeks to a month.
The best thign is that before I gave her the house (after we seperated) My ex-gf (the redhead used to come over and fuck my brains out on the dining room table.. (the one my ex-wife now owns) MUWHAHHAHAHAH
everytime I go to her house and watch her eating on that table I think to myself "if you only knew how many times I fucked xxxxxxx in the ass on that table" LOL
I did wash it though but its the idea that counts.
damn.
I kicked my ex to the curb on Dec. 20th. I had already bought him several nice gifts. ($2200 worth). I was sitting there debating what to do with them because I honestly did not want them as they were basically geared towards him and were things he desired greatly. He actually called and asked if we were still going to exchange gifts this year. I didn't answer the phone but I heard the message. He still came over Christmas Eve and knocked on the door for about 45 minutes. Wouldn't go away. He left the presents on my doorstep and then called about 50 times and left messages asking if I got them. They were such meager and pitiful gifts it was embarassing. When I saw them (he didn't even bother to wrap them, just stuck them in a bag), it just summed up the entire relationship that I had and reenforced my decision to wash my hands of it. I waited until about 1am and then drove over to his house when he was asleep and placed them - still in the bag - on his porch. Then to add a kick in the nuts, I stapled a copy of the receipts for his gifts to the bag so he would know exactly what he WASN'T getting.
I kicked my ex to the curb on Dec. 20th. I had already bought him several nice gifts. ($2200 worth). I was sitting there debating what to do with them because I honestly did not want them as they were basically geared towards him and were things he desired greatly. He actually called and asked if we were still going to exchange gifts this year. I didn't answer the phone but I heard the message. He still came over Christmas Eve and knocked on the door for about 45 minutes. Wouldn't go away. He left the presents on my doorstep and then called about 50 times and left messages asking if I got them. They were such meager and pitiful gifts it was embarassing. When I saw them (he didn't even bother to wrap them, just stuck them in a bag), it just summed up the entire relationship that I had and reenforced my decision to wash my hands of it. I waited until about 1am and then drove over to his house when he was asleep and placed them - still in the bag - on his porch. Then to add a kick in the nuts, I stapled a copy of the receipts for his gifts to the bag so he would know exactly what he WASN'T getting.
milo hobgoblin
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LOL
AAP that is one of the strangest stories I ever heard. I neverr realized guys could be that materialistic. Did you know he was like that when you first started dating him??
AAP that is one of the strangest stories I ever heard. I neverr realized guys could be that materialistic. Did you know he was like that when you first started dating him??
My worst would had to had been my 11th, i was with my gradnparents, and we get a call from police detectives in Florida were my father lived, we were told that he had just been shot and killed by my stepmother. Merry Christmas, really put a downer on New Year too.
IvanOffelitch
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Being thrown out of my house at 11:30 p.m. on Christmas eve by my alcoholic father (I was a teenager at the time) so he could bring home some bar slut to bang in privacy. My mother had passed away 3 months earlier from cancer. I spent the next 3 days with friends. When I finally returned home, nothing was ever said about the incident. No apologies, no "belated merry Christmas," nothing.
milo hobgoblin
New member
God damn you guys had some rough childhoods.
canadianhitman
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IvanOffelitch said:
Please tell me you've beaten the living shit out of this man at least once since then...
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jenscats5
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I guess my worst Christmas was the one where I called my dad's friend to wish them & my dad a happy Xmas (My dad was living there at the time & had just turned 70 the day B4). Well, their first question was "Did Joanne (my sister) call you?" I was like, Nooooooo....
Well, it ends up that my dad had died Xmas Eve -- also his B-day -- and my sister never bothered to call me & tell me. I had no idead my dad had died. She ended up 'stealing' all his money & possessions & I've never heard from her since. I got very, very drunk that Xmas day....
Oh, and I live in DE & my dad, sister, etc lived/live in FL....
Well, it ends up that my dad had died Xmas Eve -- also his B-day -- and my sister never bothered to call me & tell me. I had no idead my dad had died. She ended up 'stealing' all his money & possessions & I've never heard from her since. I got very, very drunk that Xmas day....
Oh, and I live in DE & my dad, sister, etc lived/live in FL....
IvanOffelitch
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canadianhitman said:
No. I refuse to stoop to someone else's low. As a matter of fact, I'm the only "family" he has left around here, and much to the chagrin of my friends who've repeatedly told me to pack my bags and leave him to fend for himself in his old age, I've stuck around to be here for him once his health finally goes.
That Christmas story is but one of many I could share, but I'll spare you the details. Suffice it to say our "relationship" is informal and curt at best. But the fact remains, he's my father.
When I'm on my death bed, no one will be able to say "you didn't try" or "you weren't there for him."
Milo Hobgoblin said:
Yes and no. Oh... I "knew", but I just didn't listen to myself. Nor did I listen to anyone else. 5 years later, I wish I had.
It was not materialistic, but the principle behind it. I chose gifts for him that really meant something. They were things that related to him in personal ways. These were not just gifts, but rather an expression from me to him about who he was to me.
What do I get? A sweater. How cliqued is that? A picture frame with his picture in it. Not just *any* picture frame, but a frame that he had been given for his birthday. The picture inside it was a picture that I took, that I paid for the film, I paid for the processing, that I already had framed, until he took it out. Yeah.. that's right. He took the picture out of another (better) frame and put it in one he never bought in the first place. I can understand it if it was a frame he bought and a picture I didn't already have. And I got an ashtray. I don't even smoke. An ashtray. He tried to play it off as it being a "coin dish". Like hell. It was a motherfucking ashtray. And a $25 gift certificate to Rich's to top it off. WTF? After 5 years this man didn't know me well enough to go choose something I liked? Even for $25? How self centered can you be that after 5 years you don't know anything about your partner? Even after seeing him every single day?
canadianhitman
Well-known member
You are a very forgiving person... 
IvanOffelitch said:
urallknobgobblers
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I got one..
When I was 6 years old my grandfather commited suicide on dec 20th, we rushed to the hospital and left out dog out.. Come back that night, and our dog is laying on the front porch dying.. Take him to the vet and they save him, has to stay for 4 days though.. They let him come home on ChristmasEve to be with us.. Wake up on Christmas morning to open gifts and our dog is laying dead at the bottom of the stairs.
And Also I got a defective Colecovision..
Nice huh?
When I was 6 years old my grandfather commited suicide on dec 20th, we rushed to the hospital and left out dog out.. Come back that night, and our dog is laying on the front porch dying.. Take him to the vet and they save him, has to stay for 4 days though.. They let him come home on ChristmasEve to be with us.. Wake up on Christmas morning to open gifts and our dog is laying dead at the bottom of the stairs.
And Also I got a defective Colecovision..
Nice huh?
'95 my 9 month old brother that had a female twin died of spinal meningitis unexpectedly right after christmas
'98 on xmas eve my 11 year old brother killed himself with a record player chord he hung from the ceiling in our home - i happened to be at my stepmothers house wrapping his presents when we got the call saying he was headed to the hospital - bad thing was my father found him and tryed to resuscitate him- i never left the hospital for 7 days on the fifth he was pronounced brain dead and they wanted to do organ donating - some 70 yo woman is walking around with his lungs to this day.
To this day i have never been to the upstairs of my parents home since the death. I get neasous and dizzy when i step on the bottom step .
lose one life but save anothers
i will never celebrate another christmas again they just tear me apart
'98 on xmas eve my 11 year old brother killed himself with a record player chord he hung from the ceiling in our home - i happened to be at my stepmothers house wrapping his presents when we got the call saying he was headed to the hospital - bad thing was my father found him and tryed to resuscitate him- i never left the hospital for 7 days on the fifth he was pronounced brain dead and they wanted to do organ donating - some 70 yo woman is walking around with his lungs to this day.
To this day i have never been to the upstairs of my parents home since the death. I get neasous and dizzy when i step on the bottom step .
lose one life but save anothers
i will never celebrate another christmas again they just tear me apart
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Ulcasterdropout
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Ulcaster & Christmas time = Gibson in Lethal Weapon 1.
TC2
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Worse one I ever had was when I was pretty young.
We(my mom, me and baby sister) were poor and never had any gifts on christmas anyway(barely had christmas dinner).
The lack of gifts was nothing, the worse part was someone knocking on the door and when we answered it, there was a basket with a ham and some other food and donated toys sitting there.
There is no worse feeling in the world, when you realize that other people feel sorrow and pity for you.
We(my mom, me and baby sister) were poor and never had any gifts on christmas anyway(barely had christmas dinner).
The lack of gifts was nothing, the worse part was someone knocking on the door and when we answered it, there was a basket with a ham and some other food and donated toys sitting there.
There is no worse feeling in the world, when you realize that other people feel sorrow and pity for you.
awittyusername
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TC2 said:
Ditto,
I seriously played w/boxes, used to run around w/a twelve pack box on my head. As a baby my dad would play w/me by laying tissues around the trailer and making me crawl around and collect them. But, at age 4 I realized I was poor. I started looking at that fucking christmas catalogs etc. First, I started bitching about no tree. (My dad had cut a triangle out of wood and painted it and hung it on the wall) Then, When it came time for presents. I was expecting the cool shit in the catalog. But, all I got was clothes. (I didn't even know they were hand me downs lol) I was bitching about not getting anything and my mom started crying and didnt stop the whole day. I felt like shit.
But, I learned that gifts don't mean shit. I was lucky to have parents that loved me and encouraged me to do whatever I wanted.
ghettostudmuffin
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The worst Christmass I had was 2002. My whole family was at my mom's and my 2 cousins got a little drunk. Pretty soon they start getting on each other's nerves, and then before you know it, they start pushing each other and cussing very loud in front of my 76 year old grandmother and my MOM!!! My mom, being the woman that she is, walked right between them and tried to hold them apart. Pretty courageous considering she's 55 years old and only 5'2", 115lbs. Well my older brother grabs one of them and then I grab one and we wrestle them into seperate rooms. Now my cousins are light boned guys. Bout 160lbs each at 5'9" or so, and I was 215 at the time and my brother was 190 at similar heights and prolly similar weight if he lifted so wrestling these guys wasn't a problem, anyway. Now me and my mom are trying to calm the one I got down when 1 of my uncles comes into the room ready to kick the crap out of him. This only fires my cousin up again and me and my mom have to verbally yell at my uncle to get the fuck out the room for a few minutes straight before he finally goes. Then the other cousin pokes his head into the room and now the cousin I'm trying to calm down totally flips. We're in my mom's bedroom. I grab him from behind in a bear hug on the bed and end up rolling off the side of the bed with him on the bottom. Bloodied his lip up and smeared a good bit of blood on the wood floor. He was struggling to get up and yelling at me so I knew he was gonna get violent so I put him in a sorta rear naked choke. I tried to be cool, but every few minutes he would spaz and try to get up so I'd choke him out for 5 or more seconds at a time. Enough to get his legs kicking. I'm on top and we're both faced down sprawled out. He's cussing at me and struggling and so I keep choking him again and again. This went on for at least 30 minutes straight. Finally my other uncle and my brother got the other cousin calmed down so he comes into the room and asks me to let go of his brother so I do. I'm so pissed and pumped up at this point that I can't stay in the house so I leave and walk to the bar down the street for a couple beers(we had previously played a game of golden tee there earlier in the evening). I cooled off and went home about half an hour later. Right as I walking up the drive-way I see my uncles and the cousin my brother grabbed getting into their van. The cousin I wrestled was already passed out in the van. They said their good byes and left. Turns out that while I was gone the cousin my brother grabbed decided to go at it again with the other cousin and my brother grabbed the same cousin and he punched my brother in the eye. Gave him a solid shiner. My bro slammed him against the wall and almost gave him the beating of his life, but managed to contain himself. The cousin I grabbed earlier walks into the middle of the living room and proceeds to tell everyone their to fuck off 1 by 1 and gives everyone their share of the finger. At this time my mom tells him to get the hell out and that they'd better go because she knew I'd be coming back and then their would be some shit(I would have gone ballistic if I had been there). That's the part when I come home and the one is passed out and the other is in the van feeling like an ass. This was bad because not only did they insult my mom by bringing this into her household on the wrost day you could do it, but the one I dealt with verbally insulted her and gave her the finger! The next Christmass me and my bro were totally on guard because both cousins were there and we were both ready at any time to lay out a super ass whoopin if they acted up again. As things turned out, they were totally mellow and pretty quiet the whole time and they both sorta apologized, although not what I would call a real deep, heartfelt apology, but more of required apology. Dickheads. Still love them, but they made that Christmass and the 1 after it fucked up. From now on, I know me and my bro will always be waiting quietly. Not stewing or in anticipation, just ready if it ever happens again to teach them a lesson they'll never forget. That's pretty sad, but that's the way it is. 
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Ulcasterdropout
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Uh, yeah! Maybe the worst ever...Mr. dB said:
OMG@my grandfather commited suicide...
My worst Xmas...
I was young, possibly 15 or 16 and my dad had just lost his job. The climate of the household had been quite subdued for some time and I "knew" that things were not good. My mom had always sheltered me and my sister from "adult" problems and this was no different. In that selfish-child kind of way I was dissapointed that I didn't get the type of things that I was accustomed to. I could tell that my mother was sad that we weren't happy with our presents and when I recollect that Xmas I can't help but cry knowing that she did her best for us under the circumstances.
When I think back over the years to the things my mother did for us, the sacrifices she made for us, I can't help but tear up.
I realize that my "worst" is nothing compared to some of the experiences alot of you have shared. I feel for you guys......AAP, awittyusername, TC2....
DIV
I was young, possibly 15 or 16 and my dad had just lost his job. The climate of the household had been quite subdued for some time and I "knew" that things were not good. My mom had always sheltered me and my sister from "adult" problems and this was no different. In that selfish-child kind of way I was dissapointed that I didn't get the type of things that I was accustomed to. I could tell that my mother was sad that we weren't happy with our presents and when I recollect that Xmas I can't help but cry knowing that she did her best for us under the circumstances.
When I think back over the years to the things my mother did for us, the sacrifices she made for us, I can't help but tear up.
I realize that my "worst" is nothing compared to some of the experiences alot of you have shared. I feel for you guys......AAP, awittyusername, TC2....
DIV
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Robert Jan
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I never really liked christmas anyway
worst weather of the year, everything closes down, you lose muscle and gain fat, and none of your friends can hang out cuz theyre all with their families.
worst weather of the year, everything closes down, you lose muscle and gain fat, and none of your friends can hang out cuz theyre all with their families.
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