Alright!
So after a long and tiresome thread over on INTPforum, and after a long spree of would-be parents and dangerous guardians, I am once more without parents!
Or at least, the only parents I have just tie me to the kitchen sink and leave a tin of cold soup on the mantelpeice where I can't possibly reach it without unconventional and immoral means, and it's always filled with Ma's nail polish anyway.
Ma just leaves on a bus to play bingo, hair proped up with toothpicks, and da spends all day listening to dusty eighties records at the pub while eyeing up hookers.
So, here I am, teddy in hand, and 3-D glasses firmly on, awaiting adoption.
*Scrunches a fistover his eyelid and looks about in a lost fashion*
I suspect that I need some tender loving FJ's and maybe a good meal or two.:3
Any takers?
I promise I'll be no trouble.
It is also important to note that due to the fact that daddykins liked to kidnap the social service operatives, I am on not on any 'child at risk' lists, and my birth certificate is actually an apology note from the durex company that Mother and father have signed with melted chocolate...
(They only did that because they got a free trial offer in return...)
(P.s, if there is a more appropriate section for this, I apologise, and could someone point it out to me?)
So after a long and tiresome thread over on INTPforum, and after a long spree of would-be parents and dangerous guardians, I am once more without parents!
Or at least, the only parents I have just tie me to the kitchen sink and leave a tin of cold soup on the mantelpeice where I can't possibly reach it without unconventional and immoral means, and it's always filled with Ma's nail polish anyway.
Ma just leaves on a bus to play bingo, hair proped up with toothpicks, and da spends all day listening to dusty eighties records at the pub while eyeing up hookers.
So, here I am, teddy in hand, and 3-D glasses firmly on, awaiting adoption.
*Scrunches a fistover his eyelid and looks about in a lost fashion*
I suspect that I need some tender loving FJ's and maybe a good meal or two.:3
Any takers?
I promise I'll be no trouble.
It is also important to note that due to the fact that daddykins liked to kidnap the social service operatives, I am on not on any 'child at risk' lists, and my birth certificate is actually an apology note from the durex company that Mother and father have signed with melted chocolate...
(They only did that because they got a free trial offer in return...)
(P.s, if there is a more appropriate section for this, I apologise, and could someone point it out to me?)
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