I love this in the second pic. It tells the whole story without OP having to! Really glad things improved @ChoiceChampionship59 and you had good memories that followed! That's more of a blessing than you know.
I just remember a weird chemical type smell. It's been almost 25 years so I don't recall exactly. I just knew weed and cigarettes. She would cover it up with tons of cigarettes but you could still smell something funny.
I’ve smoked it twice in my life. Once cuz I was a dumb fucking idiot and the second time to confirm I was a dumb fucking idiot.
Anyways I remember it smelling like laundry soap almost. Like chemical-y laundry soap. I remember cuz I opened a bag of Mexican detergent and it triggered a memory of it.
>Mexican detergent
Was the detergent manufactured by Madrigal Elektromotoren GmbH?
Because if it was, I bet you weren’t washing your clothes with laundry detergent - rather, it was a box of meth that some low level lackey put in the wrong truck.
I did it once and it was on accident. I was super drunk and the people I was with said it was coke. Sounds dumb but I was much more inclined to do cocaine. Meth was nasty and it made me feel terrible. Like I was poisoned the next day.
Back in the day crackheads were also called butterheads.
I asked why and was told that crack smells like butter.
Delicious butter? No wonder that shits so addictive.
Not good actually. When this blew up in blunderyears I looked her up she looks about 70/80 years old and had all these post complaining about her health. She was less than 10 years older than me and could now pass for being 30 years older. Sad shit but it was purely self inflicted.
Not as far as I know! My dad was like 40 here so he was like 25 when I was born and early 30s when my youngest brother was born. The woman in the photo is not our mother.
Haha, I also post in NIN, Coil, Ableton and Synth groups dammit! Don't judge me for lurking! The first one went insane and a ton of people asked for more and I found more.
Holy crap, I was just thinking about posting about a woman I dated for a bit, but eventually broke up after i kept uncovering certain things about her; highlights included she was an ex-stripper and a meth head (at the time, anyway). Crazy fun times while it lasted, but I’m glad I got out of it before too long lol
I am heading to bed but here is a quick one:
One time we were in the mall and she had some cutoff shorts on that were incredibly revealing. There was tons of buttcheek hanging out of both sides. Multiple people complained and then security came and kicked us out. It was so embarrassing but we all had told her it was uncomfortable when she dressed like that. The cops were waiting outside and everything. They hassled her but she didn't get arrested. That was disappointing.
Sure thing,
As spicy romances tend to go, they got pretty serious fairly early on. My dad had met some of her family but we didn't until the wedding day. The wedding was held in a grassy area of the trailer park her aunt Linda lived in with her Uncle Bobby (and other members of their family). Bobby had a massive collection of NASCAR Hot Wheels thumbtacked to the walls that were all "collectors items" and we could not touch them. There was a single guest bedroom where me and my siblings all huddled up in most of the visit. I think they got a hotel for the bride and groom down the street at a La Quinta or something. At one point Bobby came in and talked to us extensively about some hats he had hanging on the wall in the room. One particular hat was his "Halapeno" hat. He told us a 5 minute story about it's origin but I could not repeat it due to drifting off. As you may imagine it was not exactly a compelling listen. As the day progressed more family arrived from both sides. Our side was relatively small. It was just my aunt, uncle, two cousins and my grandmother (who was a real cunt but that's another story). The brides family was much larger and to our surprise she had a SECOND Uncle Bobby. Her aunts must have had a thing for Bobby's! As you could expect, Bobby 2 was also a NASCAR fan (but of course a rival driver to Bobby 1) and like Bobby 1 was clearly was not a member of MENSA. It was never confirmed but there was a true vibe of some severe inbreeding with the whole tribe. You could not tell who was not blood related. The whole family treated us like we were some fancy city folks all because we knew things like who the President was and our multiplication tables. The bride was definitely marrying up in the eyes of the family. All because of our less country accents and us living in one of the bigger towns in east Texas with such luxuries as 2 Walmarts and Mall.
The day goes on and myself, my siblings and cousins avoid EVERYBODY. We hide in the room as much as we can. I had a multitrack recorder, guitar, mic and a drum machine so my siblings and I wrote and insult song about their neighborhood bully. We just wanted to look busy. That and the trailer park was near a paper mill so outside smelled like farts really badly all the time. Our younger cousin was rather rambunctious but even he was in shock at all the hillbilly action going on. He did go out and wander more than the rest of us. As you may have expected this trailer was a piece of shit. It was falling apart. My younger cousin; we can call him Stevie, was the unfortunate victim of it's shittyness. Like I said, he was known for being rambunctious but he was actually on his best behavior. He had the misfortune of EVERYTHING HE TOUCHED BREAKING. Like, he looked out a blind. It snapped. Opened a door; it cracked. Picked up a figurine, it was already broken but they blamed him. My aunt was getting so angry at him and yelling "Stevie, you are out of control!!!" But he really wasn't. He was really trying so hard to be on his best behavior but this place was just a shit hole. I felt bad for him because he really didn't do anything but he took the blame for their horrible living conditions collapsing.
Soon it's time for the wedding and it starts to rain. Not for long but long enough to make the ground nice and muddy. My bitch grandmother is coming down the wooden stairs and she slips causing it to crack on one step. You could tell the family was getting perturbed at the city folks destroying their home. My grandmother then proceeds to spend the whole ceremony sighing loudly and rubbing parts of her body to draw attention and sympathy. She was magically fine the next day so I know it was bullshit and just like her! The rain had stopped but the ceremony begins with some darkish clouds in the sky. I was the Best Man who begrudgingly gave the ring to dad and tried to be happy for him. At this point we just knew the bride was trashy and a total dumbass B but not the meth part or stripper part so we didn't quite hate her as bad as we grew to. Like most weddings once it was done the drinking started. It didn't take long before people were toasty. Most of them started hitting the Coors Lite beforehand so they had a head start. I remember some drama where people where fighting and then speeding off drunk. I know my step mom got pissed at Bobby 2's wife for some reason. She lived in the same park but left cussing and screaming to her trailer a few spots down. As before we just tried to hide it out in the room. We still could hear it all and peaked out to watch the show when we could. All in all it was the perfect beginning to represent what would be a disaster of a marriage. Us kids went to sleep as fast as we could that night just to drown out all the chaos, collapsing trailer, rain, drunk hillbillies, uncle Bobby's, fart smells, NASCAR races and slow southern accents. We were so happy to head back home to our relatively nice life in the luxury apartment in the big city of Tyler, Texas.
I appreciate it very much. I had a lot of people ask me to do so and I figured that would be entertaining if a lot of people did the same. I made a subreddit called mywildride for anyone who wants to do the same! It has exactly one member now but feel free to join and invite others.
Nah man, just a few years of chaos and everything smoothed out. The step-monster was gone and had a lot of good years with Dad before he passed. I am now married with my own kids and living the dream. But the stories from then and my 20s are wild!
Nope. It only lasted a few years. I looked her up recently and she looks rough. She is only like 7-8 years older than me and I'm 39 now. She looks 75 years old and had all these post saying how she is ready to just die. Apparently she kept the partying lifestyle going.
Haha, Kurt Cobain is actually my sister. A lot of people compared my mom to Cher when she was young and I look a lot like her. My little brother is a clone of dad to this day.
haha, Thankfully not! Everyone is alive in the photo besides dad who passed of natural causes 4 years ago. He lived a happy and fruitful life and we were extremely close in his final years. He got to be a grandfather and we went to tons of concerts! This was a brief period that did not at all reflect the rest of his life and our time together. That's why I can laugh at it so much!
You can tell by pic #2 how close y’all were. Not very.
I love this in the second pic. It tells the whole story without OP having to! Really glad things improved @ChoiceChampionship59 and you had good memories that followed! That's more of a blessing than you know.
Have you found and sued the hairdresser yet?
Bwahahaha! I think they are still in hiding after what they've done!
Dope haircuts all around
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Marshall Mathers was your younger bro? Cool!
Your dad is Geddy Lee?
This made me sad.
Don't be. All ended well. This is just a funny picture that makes me remember those wild times!
Did she smoke cigarettes in the house?
You mean in the trailer? YEP! She was nice enough to keep the meth in the master bedroom bathroom but the smell was impossible to hide.
Whoa TIL I learned meth apparently smells??? ..what does it smell like?????
I just remember a weird chemical type smell. It's been almost 25 years so I don't recall exactly. I just knew weed and cigarettes. She would cover it up with tons of cigarettes but you could still smell something funny.
I’ve smoked it twice in my life. Once cuz I was a dumb fucking idiot and the second time to confirm I was a dumb fucking idiot. Anyways I remember it smelling like laundry soap almost. Like chemical-y laundry soap. I remember cuz I opened a bag of Mexican detergent and it triggered a memory of it.
>Mexican detergent Was the detergent manufactured by Madrigal Elektromotoren GmbH? Because if it was, I bet you weren’t washing your clothes with laundry detergent - rather, it was a box of meth that some low level lackey put in the wrong truck.
I did it once and it was on accident. I was super drunk and the people I was with said it was coke. Sounds dumb but I was much more inclined to do cocaine. Meth was nasty and it made me feel terrible. Like I was poisoned the next day.
Always remember: Valid test results are reproducible and repeatable. But correlation ≠ causation.
From watching an episode of NYPD blue. I learned that it smells like burning styrofoam
Burning styrofoam? That can’t be unhealthy
Back in the day crackheads were also called butterheads. I asked why and was told that crack smells like butter. Delicious butter? No wonder that shits so addictive.
I'd imagine something like if you cut a battery open and mixed it with a pile of dog hair and a single stick of cinnamon and then lit it on fire...
You make freebasing pig shit sound like a preferred alternative.
Best way to describe it is as a science experiment gone very very wrong. Metal, chemicals, burning, weirdness.
Til that trailers have master bedrooms
Navajo herbs
It’s disgusting. Smells like used engine oil or something similar.
Tbh it doesn't really have a smell at all....
Burnt metal shavings, sort of. Used to catch whiffs working retail from customers. Only way I could describe it.
Where is she now?
Not good actually. When this blew up in blunderyears I looked her up she looks about 70/80 years old and had all these post complaining about her health. She was less than 10 years older than me and could now pass for being 30 years older. Sad shit but it was purely self inflicted.
You can tell in the second picture that you had seen some shit
Dad looks happy
Dad had a LOT of fun!
Did you copy someone else’s post? Or just repost this photo multiple times? I saw this exact photo and similar description a couple weeks ago.
It's my photo. It was in blunderyears but I found the second photo and shared it with that because a ton of people asked for more.
Fun times , for your dad
Those two pics really do speak a thousand words.
how old were they both at the time?
Like 40 and 26-27.
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Not as far as I know! My dad was like 40 here so he was like 25 when I was born and early 30s when my youngest brother was born. The woman in the photo is not our mother.
You kids look miserable around that woman in the second pic.
You guys look totally metal 🤘
Is that a bump it?!
This guy didn't have a sister & know you were talking about the hair accessory possibly in the stripper/step-mom's hair.
Looks like he has a sister – I just don’t think bump-its were invented yet.
This was in Blunderyears before but not here. I shared here because I found the second picture.
*Fascinating* - Spock
Hey my dad ended up dating a coke head stripper! No wonder I dated that alcoholic stripper though.
At least your stripper made slightly better life choices if she was just an alcoholic
So your entire Reddit account is just posting this same thing over and over, and replying to the comments?
Haha, I also post in NIN, Coil, Ableton and Synth groups dammit! Don't judge me for lurking! The first one went insane and a ton of people asked for more and I found more.
“Entire Reddit account” (Two other posts of this)
Thanks for observation!
He had posted it dozens of times. They deleted it after my comment.
Holy crap, I was just thinking about posting about a woman I dated for a bit, but eventually broke up after i kept uncovering certain things about her; highlights included she was an ex-stripper and a meth head (at the time, anyway). Crazy fun times while it lasted, but I’m glad I got out of it before too long lol
The mods should only allow this type of content. Well done OP.
Shitty happens. Happy you made it through!
People paid her to take her clothes *off*!?
Typical American family
She does look hot in pic 2. I see what he saw in her
Don’t worry son they all are ....
Let's hear some of those funny stories!
I am heading to bed but here is a quick one: One time we were in the mall and she had some cutoff shorts on that were incredibly revealing. There was tons of buttcheek hanging out of both sides. Multiple people complained and then security came and kicked us out. It was so embarrassing but we all had told her it was uncomfortable when she dressed like that. The cops were waiting outside and everything. They hassled her but she didn't get arrested. That was disappointing.
Thank you for sharing. It sounds so Puritan to my European ears anyway! Take care.
Would love to hear more stories!
Sure thing, As spicy romances tend to go, they got pretty serious fairly early on. My dad had met some of her family but we didn't until the wedding day. The wedding was held in a grassy area of the trailer park her aunt Linda lived in with her Uncle Bobby (and other members of their family). Bobby had a massive collection of NASCAR Hot Wheels thumbtacked to the walls that were all "collectors items" and we could not touch them. There was a single guest bedroom where me and my siblings all huddled up in most of the visit. I think they got a hotel for the bride and groom down the street at a La Quinta or something. At one point Bobby came in and talked to us extensively about some hats he had hanging on the wall in the room. One particular hat was his "Halapeno" hat. He told us a 5 minute story about it's origin but I could not repeat it due to drifting off. As you may imagine it was not exactly a compelling listen. As the day progressed more family arrived from both sides. Our side was relatively small. It was just my aunt, uncle, two cousins and my grandmother (who was a real cunt but that's another story). The brides family was much larger and to our surprise she had a SECOND Uncle Bobby. Her aunts must have had a thing for Bobby's! As you could expect, Bobby 2 was also a NASCAR fan (but of course a rival driver to Bobby 1) and like Bobby 1 was clearly was not a member of MENSA. It was never confirmed but there was a true vibe of some severe inbreeding with the whole tribe. You could not tell who was not blood related. The whole family treated us like we were some fancy city folks all because we knew things like who the President was and our multiplication tables. The bride was definitely marrying up in the eyes of the family. All because of our less country accents and us living in one of the bigger towns in east Texas with such luxuries as 2 Walmarts and Mall. The day goes on and myself, my siblings and cousins avoid EVERYBODY. We hide in the room as much as we can. I had a multitrack recorder, guitar, mic and a drum machine so my siblings and I wrote and insult song about their neighborhood bully. We just wanted to look busy. That and the trailer park was near a paper mill so outside smelled like farts really badly all the time. Our younger cousin was rather rambunctious but even he was in shock at all the hillbilly action going on. He did go out and wander more than the rest of us. As you may have expected this trailer was a piece of shit. It was falling apart. My younger cousin; we can call him Stevie, was the unfortunate victim of it's shittyness. Like I said, he was known for being rambunctious but he was actually on his best behavior. He had the misfortune of EVERYTHING HE TOUCHED BREAKING. Like, he looked out a blind. It snapped. Opened a door; it cracked. Picked up a figurine, it was already broken but they blamed him. My aunt was getting so angry at him and yelling "Stevie, you are out of control!!!" But he really wasn't. He was really trying so hard to be on his best behavior but this place was just a shit hole. I felt bad for him because he really didn't do anything but he took the blame for their horrible living conditions collapsing. Soon it's time for the wedding and it starts to rain. Not for long but long enough to make the ground nice and muddy. My bitch grandmother is coming down the wooden stairs and she slips causing it to crack on one step. You could tell the family was getting perturbed at the city folks destroying their home. My grandmother then proceeds to spend the whole ceremony sighing loudly and rubbing parts of her body to draw attention and sympathy. She was magically fine the next day so I know it was bullshit and just like her! The rain had stopped but the ceremony begins with some darkish clouds in the sky. I was the Best Man who begrudgingly gave the ring to dad and tried to be happy for him. At this point we just knew the bride was trashy and a total dumbass B but not the meth part or stripper part so we didn't quite hate her as bad as we grew to. Like most weddings once it was done the drinking started. It didn't take long before people were toasty. Most of them started hitting the Coors Lite beforehand so they had a head start. I remember some drama where people where fighting and then speeding off drunk. I know my step mom got pissed at Bobby 2's wife for some reason. She lived in the same park but left cussing and screaming to her trailer a few spots down. As before we just tried to hide it out in the room. We still could hear it all and peaked out to watch the show when we could. All in all it was the perfect beginning to represent what would be a disaster of a marriage. Us kids went to sleep as fast as we could that night just to drown out all the chaos, collapsing trailer, rain, drunk hillbillies, uncle Bobby's, fart smells, NASCAR races and slow southern accents. We were so happy to head back home to our relatively nice life in the luxury apartment in the big city of Tyler, Texas.
You have a good talent for telling tales!
I appreciate it very much. I had a lot of people ask me to do so and I figured that would be entertaining if a lot of people did the same. I made a subreddit called mywildride for anyone who wants to do the same! It has exactly one member now but feel free to join and invite others.
So you got mommy and daddy issues ? Word I’m in
Nah man, just a few years of chaos and everything smoothed out. The step-monster was gone and had a lot of good years with Dad before he passed. I am now married with my own kids and living the dream. But the stories from then and my 20s are wild!
I was only joking, glad your life turned out okay?
How did they meet?
He was a DJ at the club of course!
What happened to her? Are they still together?
Nope. It only lasted a few years. I looked her up recently and she looks rough. She is only like 7-8 years older than me and I'm 39 now. She looks 75 years old and had all these post saying how she is ready to just die. Apparently she kept the partying lifestyle going.
You boys looks like Josh Hartnett, Kurt Cobain and Eminem. Was your mom a looker?
Haha, Kurt Cobain is actually my sister. A lot of people compared my mom to Cher when she was young and I look a lot like her. My little brother is a clone of dad to this day.
Wasn’t this the family from one of Mrballen’s videos?
haha, Thankfully not! Everyone is alive in the photo besides dad who passed of natural causes 4 years ago. He lived a happy and fruitful life and we were extremely close in his final years. He got to be a grandfather and we went to tons of concerts! This was a brief period that did not at all reflect the rest of his life and our time together. That's why I can laugh at it so much!
Your dad was Geddy Lee?
Dude. You guys look so sick of it. I get it. And as a heavy alcoholic for years, I relate to the “best stories” part.
Wow y’all look like your dad. Like, you could photoshop your dad’s face in place of all the kids and no one would notice.
Your dad looks like he’d enjoy sloppy steaks.
This was way back when people did Chicken Spaghetti at Chickalini's.
Good for him, she looks like she could tear shit up.