jesiul
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About ten years ago I was visiting my parents, at the time my father had a very large video movie library which he had cataloged by number, each tape had 3 movies on it. There were over 300 tapes. Both parents where gone and I was there alone on warm afternoon, I decided to watch a movie. I find one that is one of my favorites and it is on a tape that is numbered 23, so I have to move a few of the other tapes out of the way. Well guess what I find, yep the parents stash of porn. Being the curious person, I looked to see what they had, some classics (Green Door, Debbie does Dallas) and one that didn’t have a label. Thinking that had to be something more interesting I put it in the VCR. GOOD GREIF was that a mistake, as soon as I hit the play button I was regretting it, there in all their glory was my parents doing the dirty. I am franticly trying to turn the VCR off, I hit Fast forward (the horror) I am screaming and jumping up and down trying to make it stop. As soon as I get it stopped, I grab the phone and call my brother and scream into the phone, “You have to come over her right now!” then slam the phone down. A few minutes later my brother comes driving up the road like a crazed maniac, bolts into the house and yells, “What’s wrong!” Without missing a beat I turn the VCR on and turn away saying, “I know that’s mom, is that dad?” I figured I shouldn’t be the only child they have that was scarred forever.
< Message edited by jesiul -- 8/8/2008 1:59:41 PM >
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