When I was 7 or 8 I was on a trip to Canada with my family. We stopped in this sports memorabilia shop and I saw a single baseball card in the glass display that I really wanted. I was ready to cop right there except all my cash was back at home in my oversized plastic Coca-Cola bottle. I begged my parents to buy me the card, but they wouldn't budge. I was devastated. Poverty is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. Later that day my parents took my sister and I to a public park to play on the playground. I was sulking on a park bench next to my parents while my sister played on the playground like a normal kid. All I could think about was this baseball card and how it eluded me. While looking down with despair into the playground birch chips, suddenly, hope emerged. I found a coin, then another, and another! I told my parents, "if I find enough change, I can go back and buy the baseball card!" They replied, "Sure, if you find enough we can go back." I continued to scour the birch chirps for any spare change I could find...and boy, I was doing well. There was spare change everywhere! I was collecting coins like Sonic collects rings in the Green Hill Zone. I was almost there, just needed to find a few more coins. However, I couldn't find any more coins. My sister became tired of the playground and asked my parents to leave. I insisted that we STAY. My parents said we had to leave. Like a bum three nickels short of an Olde English, my desperation grew. I found a couple more coins on the ground walking back to my parents car, but it wasn't enough. I never got that baseball card.
Years later, I recounted the story to my parents. My father burst out in laughter,
"We were throwing our spare change on the ground for you to find when you weren't looking. We weren't going to take you back to buy that card though." It was all a joke to them, one big lie
When I was 7 or 8 I was on a trip to Canada with my family. We stopped in this sports memorabilia shop and I saw a single baseball card in the glass display that I really wanted. I was ready to cop right there except all my cash was back at home in my oversized plastic Coca-Cola bottle. I begged my parents to buy me the card, but they wouldn't budge. I was devastated. Poverty is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. Later that day my parents took my sister and I to a public park to play on the playground. I was sulking on a park bench next to my parents while my sister played on the playground like a normal kid. All I could think about was this baseball card and how it eluded me. While looking down with despair into the playground birch chips, suddenly, hope emerged. I found a coin, then another, and another! I told my parents, "if I find enough change, I can go back and buy the baseball card!" They replied, "Sure, if you find enough we can go back." I continued to scour the birch chirps for any spare change I could find...and boy, I was doing well. There was spare change everywhere! I was collecting coins like Sonic collects rings in the Green Hill Zone. I was almost there, just needed to find a few more coins. However, I couldn't find any more coins. My sister became tired of the playground and asked my parents to leave. I insisted that we STAY. My parents said we had to leave. Like a bum three nickels short of an Olde English, my desperation grew. I found a couple more coins on the ground walking back to my parents car, but it wasn't enough. I never got that baseball card.
Years later, I recounted the story to my parents. My father burst out in laughter,
"We were throwing our spare change on the ground for you to find when you weren't looking. We weren't going to take you back to buy that card though." It was all a joke to them, one big lie
They think stuff like that isnt gonna hurt anybody and you end carrying that **** around your entire life.
Moms told me she had that RC bandit on layaway.
Parents told me they'd pay for for my grades. $50 an A, $25 for a B. Came home with 6 As and 2 Bs.
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My dad
"I'm a come pick u up tomorrow"
***** *** ***** always told me that and very rarely he followed through
I ain't trippin though
Made me who I am
So **** his ***** ***
You're soft if you let not getting a card shape your life. Maybe when you were a kid, yea, but once you turn...16 you realize it was a damn card and move on, try get you some money or box. And your parents gave you some money impromtu. Believe it or not, some of us ain't have parents that could/would do that. Almost
Doubled your stash that day...$$$$&hhhhhhh!!!!!++++++
Freshman year of hs parents decide to take a vacation to visit fam in NYC. My dads job required him to find someone to do his paper route so we find a guy. Guy meets my dad and tells him he's a well known DJ in the area, even appears on the radio and all that. Dad tells me and my dad tells my cousin,"He's a DJ in the clubs even on the radio, DJ GeeBoogie". My cousin, who's heavy in the club scene, says "Word? Yo that's crazy, if you get him to do a birthday party its gonna be good". So the replacement for my dad shows up at my house while my cousins there to pick up the money about three weeks after telling my cousin. Once dude leaves, my dad and us tell him "That's Geeboogie, that was him!" My cousin pulls the ice cube confused face and says "That's not Geeboogie *laughs and pulls out his phone to show us a pic of him and the real geeboogie* This is Geeboogie" Had us all we weebay.gif Once the guy found out we knew he was fraud he changed his name to DJ Big Mike Overall that man was a compulsive liar.
moms old boyfriend said he was gonna take me to the Xgames when i was like 12, i was hyped, told my boys and everything. ended up watching it on tv, he never came.
hid my 6th grade report card from my mom cuz i got a D. she found out and told me i failed the 6th grade. had me believing it all summer, told me i didn't need new school clothes because i'd have new classmates who hadn't seen my old school clothes. 1 week before 7th grade, she told me i passed and told me why she did it. had the crazy tears.
You're soft if you let not getting a card shape your life. Maybe when you were a kid, yea, but once you turn...16 you realize it was a damn card and move on, try get you some money or box. And your parents gave you some money impromtu. Believe it or not, some of us ain't have parents that could/would do that. Almost
Doubled your stash that day...$$$$&hhhhhhh!!!!!++++++
You're soft if you let not getting a card shape your life. Maybe when you were a kid, yea, but once you turn...16 you realize it was a damn card and move on, try get you some money or box. And your parents gave you some money impromtu. Believe it or not, some of us ain't have parents that could/would do that. Almost
Doubled your stash that day...$$$$&hhhhhhh!!!!!++++++
Not just for me but for other people also, there's people on this board who had it way worse than I, thus, I try not to complain about the small indiscretions. I thought dude posted it as a funny story, not some traumatic event.
When I was 7 or 8 I was on a trip to Canada with my family. We stopped in this sports memorabilia shop and I saw a single baseball card in the glass display that I really wanted. I was ready to cop right there except all my cash was back at home in my oversized plastic Coca-Cola bottle. I begged my parents to buy me the card, but they wouldn't budge. I was devastated. Poverty is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. Later that day my parents took my sister and I to a public park to play on the playground. I was sulking on a park bench next to my parents while my sister played on the playground like a normal kid. All I could think about was this baseball card and how it eluded me. While looking down with despair into the playground birch chips, suddenly, hope emerged. I found a coin, then another, and another! I told my parents, "if I find enough change, I can go back and buy the baseball card!" They replied, "Sure, if you find enough we can go back." I continued to scour the birch chirps for any spare change I could find...and boy, I was doing well. There was spare change everywhere! I was collecting coins like Sonic collects rings in the Green Hill Zone. I was almost there, just needed to find a few more coins. However, I couldn't find any more coins. My sister became tired of the playground and asked my parents to leave. I insisted that we STAY. My parents said we had to leave. Like a bum three nickels short of an Olde English, my desperation grew. I found a couple more coins on the ground walking back to my parents car, but it wasn't enough. I never got that baseball card.
Years later, I recounted the story to my parents. My father burst out in laughter,
"We were throwing our spare change on the ground for you to find when you weren't looking. We weren't going to take you back to buy that card though." It was all a joke to them, one big lie
One time I put a fake $100 billi the backseat of my car on the floor. Had a cousin i wasnt trsuting to much and I wanted to see who was moll.
Picked him up and he got in the back and off to the club we went. When i dropped him off the fake $100 bill was gone and he swore to me he didnt take it
go figure
Did the same thing to my cousin in law and to my surprise he picked it up and gave it to me
Not just for me but for other people also, there's people on this board who had it way worse than I, thus, I try not to complain about the small indiscretions. I thought dude posted it as a funny story, not some traumatic event.
moms old boyfriend said he was gonna take me to the Xgames when i was like 12, i was hyped, told my boys and everything. ended up watching it on tv, he never came.
hid my 6th grade report card from my mom cuz i got a D. she found out and told me i failed the 6th grade. had me believing it all summer, told me i didn't need new school clothes because i'd have new classmates who hadn't seen my old school clothes. 1 week before 7th grade, she told me i passed and told me why she did it. had the crazy tears.
I worked with this dude that was a compulsive liar. he was crushing on this girl that worked with us that wouldn't give her the time (or so she said) one day she claimed to have heard from dude that he broke his arm. This was, as she stated, an attempt to get her to visit him in the hospital. After refusing to visit him he had his sister call the girl to please go visit him in the hospital. He was at work the next day arm not broken . That's the standout at the moment ill see if I can recall anymore.
Me ex best friend, I posted this before, but he would lie about having a car in Miami (we live in MD), but he was having trouble getting it brought up here
and that he won an inheritance from those fake *** African prince email schemes (back when they first took off)
and that he was smashing this one girl who wasn't even that good looking, and one day he slipped up and had her on speaker on the phone and she screamed out something like "I just can't give it up to you we're only good friends, we've never done nothing"
Call me a douche but we started hanging out with her at her crib and I got a lot further with her, made out and copped all types of feels when he wasn't around
THEN that same day, she gets all emotional and he's here cuddling her Draking it I'm just like
Overall that man was a compulsive liar.
