he pees in a 32 oz snapple bottle because he doesn't want to go to the "effort" of pissing in a toilet. he's more evil than I can easily convey. and he is the reason I am borderline psychotic about my feelings regarding manipulation (he uses people SO much, it's twisted and wrong, fucking crippled little bitch)
If it's not delving too far into your personal life, Dave, why is your dad in a wheelchair? Paralyzed? MS? MD? Question mark?
What stops his special area from turning into a sweaty, pustular, gangrenous cleft that crawls with maggots?
the nurse who killed his older brother was in charge of his birth, and so when grandma was trying to thank nurse for taking care of dad's older (dead) brother, nurse thought she was blaming her, doctor wasn't there yet, she shoved dad back in, crossed grandma's legs, dad had CP fast forward, the shriner's hospital did experimental surgery to reverse his knees and make his legs work more like a dogs "so he could walk" didn't work (for anyone they tried it on) real doctor mengela shit there. poof, wheelchair.
I like being in water. Especially hot water, with bubbles, and candles, while sipping wine. When I get my own place (as an adult I mean)... I'm going to make sure I have one of those big tubs, with jets on the side. So me and my husband can take baths together. They are extremely relaxing.
Seriously. and he thinks no one knows he does it, even though he'll start with peopl ein the room. most disgusting shit. and, of course he has a colostomy bag.
yep. you kinda want to push him down a hill into the highway's 55 mph traffic now too, don't you? and that's without even the childhood trauma, and manipulation.