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[quote name='JohnnyFoxDarko']TFN, who is that?[/QUOTE]Teenage Wolf. Back when we were 16 or so, he got really plastered, party thrower's parents came home, and I had to put him over my shoulders and drag another friend out to a getaway automobile. I fell with him twice, and the guy driving the car said I should piss on him for being an idiot... so I did. He woke up the next morning in his front lawn with a slightly yellow stained shirt.

EDIT: Oh yeah, he didn't know about it for a year or so. Made for some good laughs whenever he would walk into the room since he had no idea what happened that night. :lol:
 
Damn, looks like that Flaming Lips show I was gonna see on the 15th got pushed back 5 months due to Steven Drozd's hospitalization.
 
School is closed all day tomorrow due to the flooding, my Tuesday finals are rescheduled for next Monday.

They're take home finals too. Crazy that i get a week to finish two finals.
 
Part 4.

My grandmother arrived in America knowing nothing other than that she was to meet a lady and the lady would take her to the family for which she was to be a nanny. She met up with this lady without issue and they made their way to Some Town, Pennsylvania. When she arrived, she was amazed at how large the house was, a mansion according to her. There were several floors with around 13 rooms and she was assigned to live in the smallest room at the top of the house. The family (the Sullivans) seemed nice enough; the wife was a very pretty woman and the man, a lawyer, had large bulgy eyes. They had three children, all boys, and these were to be the focus of my grandmother's job.

After the first few days at the home, my grandmother began to feel very homesick. She had been shown a map of the United States and it was beginning to sink in just how far away she was from both her home and her boyfriend. It took her many more days before she was able to go to sleep without filling her pillow with tears. She wrote letters to my grandfather and her family everyday. Her family replying with how much they missed her, making things worse, and my grandfather wondering how and why she had ended up in Pennsylvania.

Two weeks after arriving at the Sullivan's home, with no time to settle in, the entire family was set to leave for Canada, as they had a summer home in Nova Scotia. As they drove from Pennsylvania to Nova Scotia, my grandmother did her best to entertain the children with the folk songs she knew from Ireland and with the occasional joke. (She told me that when she later met up with the family, they told her that the boys always remembered one joke in particular from that trip and that it struck her as odd that they should remember that out of everything else. The following is the joke. JoiletJake, you will want to take notes.) As they were driving along they passed a cemetery. As they drove by she asked the boys, "Do ye know how many people are dead in there?" The boys said that they did not to which she replied, "All of them."
 
As they travelled, they often stopped in hotels along the way. Mrs. Sullivan had packed a gas powered camping stove for my grandmother to make the children breakfast with in the hotel room. Having never seen a gas stove in her life, much less knowing how to operate it, she had great difficulty. However, when asked about it she said she knew what she was doing. So, alone in the hotel room with the boys (parents were always separate from the children at the time), she fiddled around with the knobs and sparker until she figured it out with no major incidents.

Before long they arrived in Nova Scotia, at a much smaller house, more like a large cabin than anything else. However, this home was part of a much larger estate that consisted of both Alexander Graham Bell's and Robert Grosvenor's homes in addition to the cabin. Since the home was smaller, my grandmother lived in a much more centrally located room and was able to feel more a part of the family. Her nannying duties began in earnest and she had to quickly learn the way of things around the home. Coming from her poor family in Ireland, she only knew about the poor Irish lifestyle which was very strict Catholic with little to no food. Boiled potatoes, boiled cabbage, boiled everything was all she knew how to cook. When the family requested meatloaf she had absolutely no idea how to even begin preparing it. Mrs. Sullivan began to teach her the different recipes and what they expected from her and took on a distant motherly sort of role for my grandmother. As time passed and she learned more and more, she kept up contact with my grandfather who was still stationed in California. As they continued to speak, they began to form a plan as to how they would get together.

My grandmother decided that she was going to leave the family and break her one year contract and run away with my grandfather. However, him getting to Canada from California while working in the military was not an option, so they decide to wait until the summer was over and she was back in Pennsylvania before putting their plan in motion. As mail was coming in constantly from him to her, the family began to wonder who all the letters were from. My grandmother would find the occasional letter opened, though the family never said anything about it, she felt that they somehow knew what they were planning, and she began to grow paranoid.
 
With 4 weeks at the home before they would return to Pennsylvania, my grandmother tried to take her mind off of things by being the best nanny she could. She had already begun to feel guilty and lost herself in her work when she could. The family loved what she did for the children and were becoming more and more attached to her. On Thursdays, she was given the day off and quickly made friends with the Grosvner's nanny from the nearby home, a burly girl from Scotland named Laddie. They were given a chauffeur to drive them where they liked and the two would often travel to town together just to see the sights, clueless country girls the both of them. I asked my grandmother if she knew it was strange or "fancy" to have a chauffeur of their own and she said she just thought thats how life was.

Meanwhile, in California, my grandfather was wondering how he would ever get to Pennsylvania when the time came. While no saint by any means, he didn't want to drive up and just steal her away from the family. He decided it would be best if he could get my grandmother to tell the family about their intentions and have a man to man discussion with the father. He spent the four weeks in the meantime working as usual in the Air Force while writing letters constantly to his love.

However, my grandmother was absolutely terrified of telling the family and never worked up the courage to do so.
 
Hey - Rock, Mojimbo, SeanR, Manthing.

Did we ever decide which one of us was going to set up the CAG PS3 MW2 Map Pack share account?
Are you guys still in? I guess that's the more important question. :cool:
 
Well, at work the sugar daddy who pays the bills is cracking down and will actually be in the office to check up on everybody. Every1's on pins and needles and it looks like my days of websurfing will come to an end.

Or I might be hired full time
 
@BigSpoonyBard - If you are referring to my previous post, it's an obscure Simpsons quote. Google it.

@Bioshocked360 - Awesome DFA1979 profile pic.
 
oh yeah flashed my breasts....totally....you guys missed it, apperently I flashed my breasts, I wish I was there to see.
 
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I think Big Mike kidnapped budge.
 
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