Roadkill Gumbo

Might as well strike Mother's Day off the calendar if that is the case.

Don't drink the Kool-Aid.

Video games and cigs.

I've never been a person to wear rings or any type of jewelry around my hands, since I work a lot with my hands.

I deleted my account a long time ago. Too much drama for me.

frick all of you chicken neck skinny motherfrickers. I got me a big bag of pork skins, a couple of cases of Dixie beer and a cartoon of smokes. Going to enjoy this cool weather while it last. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it :nana:

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Doesn’t Christianity teach that we should forgive and help those that have fallen off the path of enlightenment?

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A couple of weeks after my dismissal from the household, me and my mom had a long sit down talk about things and she forgave me for all that had happened, but I didn't want to go back. I couldn't live underneath her rules anymore, but I don't fault her for laying down the law on me, I needed something like that to happen to straighten my dumb arse up.

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You must be leaving something out. I don't believe your parents kicked you out of the house only for smoking weed

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Actually I did because I didn't want to turn this thread into a religious debate on whether or not there's a God.

My mom (RIP) was a very religious person with strict rules and I guess I was rebelling against those rules, but the thing that got me kicked was when I told her I didn't believe in her God anymore and that's when the shite hit the fan.

That should get me some downvotes for sure :rolleyes:

A long time ago when I was around 16, I got mixed up with the wrong people and I started partying pretty hard, smoking weed and all the other dumb shite I was doing. Anyway, one morning I got up still woozy from the night before, picked up my clothes off the floor and threw them in the laundry basket. I was going to do my laundry but my head was bad off so I said frick it, I'll do it later. Took some aspirin for my head and took my morning run down the lakefront (Mandeville) to help get some of the previous night's poison out of my system.
About 45 minutes later, I'm walking down the street from my parent's home, sweaty and tired and I looked down the street to see my mom and step-father standing on the front porch and there were clothes scattered out in the front yard. When I got closer, my mom held up a bag of weed and all I could say was oh frick. Needless to say, I got booted from their house and had to finish out HS living with my older sister and her husband.

Ok OT its your turn..

Jimmy did have some nice suits back in the day to go along with his wind proof hair.