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Christmas Tantrum
Contributed by
randyjohnson
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Wednesday, 26th December 2018 @ 06:21:31 PM in AEST
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My son asked for a video game console and I ended up being sorry.
I went Christmas shopping at a flea market and bought him an Atari.
When he unwrapped the Atari 5200 on Christmas morning, he had a fit.
He has blessed me out before but this is the first time that I/'/ve been hit.
He took a sledgehammer to his gift that he hated.
It was over thirty-five years old, it was outdated.
He called me stupid because I bought him a console that is 8-bit.
He said he wanted a PS4 or XBOX One and then he threw his fit.
I had all of his BS that I could stand so I put him over my knee.
His butt is black and blue because of the way he treated me.
I gave him a good spanking because he crossed the line.
Because of that Atari 5200, I put blisters where the sun doesn/'/t shine.
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Re: Christmas Tantrum
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by softerware on
Friday, 28th December 2018 @ 07:04:20 PM AEST
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Randy, you are becoming a storyteller!
It isn/'/t easy to find rhymes that fit into a storyline, and say what you intend. You have accomplished all three.
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Re: Christmas Tantrum
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 30th December 2018 @ 03:37:43 AM AEST
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how I wish
I had an old man who
would have bought me
such an incredible object
from the past, as if only,
to illustrate the beginnings
of a multi-billion dollar
industries bare boned
beginning.
when I was a kid, rather
poor, I might add,
I remember the good
times hanging out
around the college
with my sister and
her friends, all huddled
around an old black & white
jewel of a box, playing
pong.
Latter on this gal named
Doris, I don/'/t remember
her name, any way,
she brought out her
twelve string guitar
in the yard, and
played good old folk
Peter Paul and Mary
songs.
Me and my brother
afterwards had
our own chance
to play this amazing
game of pong.
we were playing
a game on a TV,
controlling the ball
late into the night,
and so surreal.
pretty much raised
by a single mom,
I was never spanked,
that job was left
to older brothers
and sisters.
I know they meant well.
They took me along,
always, always did,
even when they did not
have to.
Peace!
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