That is, without a doubt, the most fucked up episode of The Flintstones I ever saw.
When my son was seven he’d been out riding bikes with his buddies. I heard him come in and get a towel out of the linen closet, then I heard him in the kitchen going through drawers.
Him: “Mom! Where’s the ziplock lunch bags?”
Me: “In the pantry, in the rack on the door by the inside doorknob.” (He’s a boy you have to be very specific.)
Him: "Ok, got it.
Me upon hearing kitchen chair being dragged across the floor and the frig open: “What are you doing buddy?”
Him: “Makin an ice pack.”
Me: “Why do you need an ice pack?”
Him: “I hit a car.”
Me jumping up from what I am doing and running to the kitchen: “OMy word you got hit by a car?”
Him: “No I hit a parked car.”
Me examining fat lip, puffy eye and broken front tooth: “How did you hit a parked car?”
Him: “I was looking down at the pavement and not watching where I was going.”
Me while makin him an ice pack: “Oh, well you know better than to do that again, don’t you?”
Him: “Mom, it was Officer Parker’s police car.” :eek:
I’ll make this one very short because I have already revealed the whole grusome tale on the SDMB in the past.
The guy who played the HUGE jealous boyfriend Andy to the waitress Simone in the movie Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, was once so obsessed with me that I had to get a restraining order and force him to leave the state.
The part he played in the movie was not acting.
heh…
you know those stories about girls’ schools?
the ones that are full of teenage nymphos and lesbianism?
well, in my school…they were ALL true.
that’s right…
EVERY SINGLE MALE STEREOTYPED FANTASY OCCURRED.
OFTEN.