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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Re: Whine about your childhood
Hezz, I'm no doctor, but if your pee looks like fresh squeezed orange juice, I think you should get that checked out.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I stole a ball from our local grocery store when I was a kid. My mom made me take it back and apologize to the cashier. I was mortified.
My younger sister threw a butcher knife at my older brother. I have no idea how a 4 year old, 6 year old and 7 year old got ahold of a butcher knife.
My evil stepmother use to make me stay at home every day all summer long inside the house and babysit my younger sister and my younger brother. I was in town visiting my dad but I never saw him and I was just a free babysitter to her.
My dad told me the only reason I was alive is because my mother refused to get an abortion.
One of my brothers and I used to get into physical fights. My parents thought it was funny but occasionally I got pretty beat up.
My parents got custody of my two cousins because my aunt was a heroin addict and was in jail. It was a really tough year because
we were already really poor,Moo, it looked like pee, it was warm like pee, and it definitely smelled like pee. My powers of persuasion are just that good. Wait till you see what I almost get you to do next week.
I bet you could sell a freezer to an eskimo, so I believe you.
I'm still going to bring my own juice, just in case.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
ICP!
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
STOP LAUGHING AT ME! It came from the machine!
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
That's a weird nickname for your butt, but okay.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
My dad used to beat the everlivingshit out of us when we were tiny (like, 5) for offenses such as turning off a light he wanted on and the like.
My older sister and I lived in a foster home for a while where the foster mom told us that we must be white trash, because only white trash kids have their kids taken away. They made us eat dinner in a separate room from their family and with paper plates only. My mom eventually got us back.
My mom later chose her child molester second husband over us when it came out that he tried to rape our older sibling and had started to make advances towards my twin and I. We told a counselor at school (and took pictures of their drugs so that this time they would believe us about something). He was arrested and there was a restraining order, but my mom let him come back the same night, but not before she made us pack all of his things, including the incest magazines. We finally told her if she wouldn't make him move, we would. She chose option B.