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Jenn ([info]wankaholic) wrote in [info]otf_wank,
@ 2007-09-01 14:57:00


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Entry tags:think of the children

I. Um. Wot?

Strangest wank I've seen in a while. Clever troll, or really whacked-out person? You decide.

If you can't afford to buy a house that guarantees that your children don't have to share a room, don't have more children than you have bedrooms. No, srsly.

Srsly, if your children have to share a room, give them to someone more capable of taking care of them.

HEY NOW YOU ARE TWISTING MY WORDS!

Thank you for educating us, [info]teresina. o.O



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[info]come_love_sleep
2007-09-03 05:04 pm UTC (link)
I've had a horde of really terrible roommates, but one of the worst would have had to be Jen. Jen was nineteen, and had a one-year-old; which would have been no skin off my nose, but that she'd gotten pregnant to try and keep her boyfriend from leaving her, and thus had literally no love for her little girl at all. The boyfriend moved about a hundred miles away after the birth, because the Jen was batshit, so she got to the point where she hated her baby. Kept running nice deep baths, putting the kid in, and leaving the bathroom with the door closed. I went in not expecting it once to see the baby facedown in the water, and had to drag her out before she drowned.

Anyway.
So one night--probably about three AM?--I'm woken from a sound sleep by Jen looming over me. "Genevra, wake up! Wake up, I need your help!" she's grinning and trembling with excitement.
"What, what's wrong?" I think the house must be burning, or maybe she's finally killed her poor kid, but she looks so gleeful.
"I need you to get in the car."
"What?"
"We're driving up to Pine."
"What?"
"We're going to get my boyfriend drunk, and we're going to get him into the car."
"What."
"And we'll bring him back here, and take away his cell phone."
"...what?"
"And I'm not going to let him go home until he falls in love with me again! And I need you to come, because someone needs to watch the baby!"

...Yeah.
Didn't go.
Convinced the girl who was driving not to go, either. Used big words like "Felony," and explained that no, kidnapping is not "okay" just because it's between lovers...
Went back to bed.

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[info]vasaris
2007-09-05 03:19 am UTC (link)
... ... ...

*looks around for words*

*can't find any*

O.O


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[info]plazmah
2007-09-22 08:25 pm UTC (link)
Oh my.

This entire thread makes me feel very lucky.

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