Mon histoire partie 1, classe verte et pipi au litMon histoire Partie 1 : La classe verte et mes problèmes de pipi au litMon histoire partie 1, classe verte et pipi au lit1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Je suis dysorthographique et j’ai commencé l’orthophonie seulement au début de ma deuxième année d’école d’ing, soit bac + 4)
Bonjour, j’ai décidé de partager avec vous certains épisodes honteux, malheureux de ma vie mais aussi mes peurs et angoisses.
Je suis issue d’une famille de sous marinier, en effet mon père était dans la marine national. Mon père est décédé dans un accident de sous-marin en 1994 j’avais quatre ans quasiment.
De ce que je me souviens, je n’ai jamais était propre toute les nuits plus de six mois jusque à mes 12/13 ans (je faisais régulièrement pipi aux lits jusque à mes 12/13 ans). Ma mère n’a jamais était compréhensive et j’ai dû gérer tout seul ce problème. Mais cela ne m’a jamais empêché
Funny story from my DADI always publish funny stories of things that happened to ME on here, but this is one that comes from my father. It takes place at our local gym and I was not present when it happened. Although, despite the fact he's a carefree goofball who finds no entertainment greater than watching his children misbehave and once asked me for a picture of a female pedophile raping a child, he has never lied. Not even once. He may be a weirdo, maybe even a sicko, but definitely an honest one. I believe each and every word of his story.Funny story from my DAD17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To start, let's go over a little something first. This is a diagram of how fit a man is based on how fast he can run a mile:
12 minutes or more - Out of shape.
11 minutes - Average.
10 minutes - Acceptable.
9 minutes - In shape.
8 minutes - Top physical condition.
7 minutes or less - Excellent runner.
Trust me, this info comes in handy later in what happens at this gym:
"Believe me, you see a lot of weird things happen at the gym, but this one is by far the strangest."
Live Television and many Hearts' Downfall Based on a true story (This morning...8/26/15)Live Television and many Hearts' Downfall 21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was just another Wednesday. Get up early, have some breakfast, maybe buy myself a coffee, and head off to the news station. I had walked in and talked with a few colleagues before sitting down at my desk, looking around the control room to find Melissa Ott, the producer, smile and wave at me. I smiled and waved back, looking back at the screen to make sure that everything was transmitting properly, that the video and audio were synced and coming through, and that connection was broadcasting correctly to anyone watching.
I looked up on the screen, listening to the voices coming through. Alison Parker was on, her blonde hair falling just to her shoulders, curling at the end. She was interviewing Vicki Gardner, an executive producer of the Smith Mountain Lake Regional Chamber Commerce.
Alison was a lovely woman, dating one of the anchors here. She and Chris Hurst had been dating for nine months but kept it on the down low. The only
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I'm not worried. I play Cards Against Humanity with regularity. I'm assured a spot in Hell's VIP section
The Cousin in New Orleans The Christian kids were stalking me long before I knew it. It's true that I was distracted by many things. It was my first trip to New Orleans (pre-Katrina) and I found it delightful. I rode the trolley, which made me feel like I was inside a giant pinball machine because of all its bells and whistles.The Cousin in New Orleans1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Views of stately homes, hanging Spanish moss and green, green lawns completed the feeling of being in another realm. Well, I was in another state, having arrived from California about a month before. Before that, I'd been on the commune in Colorado, where I'd eventually return. But now I was in love with New Orleans.
I went often to the French Quarter to people-watch and listen to the music, all kinds of music. I never saw the other side of the Mississippi; it was foggy every time I tried. I also went to Tulane University, to sit in the student union and feel more at home.
Probably about now I should say I was under the influ