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I can vividly remember telling my parents I was staying at a friends house, then me and that friend would go to the off license, trying very hard to look over age and not guilty, then carrying bags of cans a few miles to a friend of a friends house in the next village.
And then walking back with a hangover the next morning and hoping no parents needed to get hold of anyone.
I recall one house party where I drank half a large bottle of vodka and a whole smaller bottle of vodka, passed out and someone understandably called the ambulance. That of course promptly brought the party to an early end, and I ended up in A&E with an IV drip in my arm. To add insult to injury, when my mum went to the hospital she recognised one of the A&E nurses who she trained. I was grounded for 6 months which I thought back then as well as now was pretty generous!
Are you trying to track down who pissed in your wardrobe 30 years ago? The odds are that the culprit is not on Lemmy.
I WILL FIND THEM
As one of the youngest siblings, I distinctly remeber being not welcome.
Too many to remember. My parents were divorced, and I lived with my dad. He let me have people over whenever I wanted. He even filled a glass vase with condoms and kept it in the kitchen, so it almost felt like he was encouraging it. There were two or three other houses in the neighborhood that were like that too.
Nothing too crazy, just lots of underage drinking and fights. The story I usually remember is when the cops sprayed pepper spray on all the interior door handles. I was hiding under my bed after they illegally entered my home without a warrant. I had locked the bedroom door and was trying to protect my dog.
Your dad sounds cool