Smashed family heirlooms.

“Son…………………”

“Yes, dad?”

“You’re….my son………my only…beloved son….”

“Thanks dad….”

“I think…now is the time…”

“………really?”

“Yes…it’s about right……that I now give you…..my collection of antique painted ducks…they’re so old and rare that nobody has seen them for years…and they’re priceless…..”

“Dad…this is…this is amazing…thank you….”

“You deserve it…I hope one day you’ll give them to your……….SON?”

“Hehehehehh *rub rub rub*”

“…………………………i don’t believe it….you’re sandpapering the features off, they’re RUINED……..ALL OF THEM”

“Hey dad! Catch *Tinkle*….shit…sorry….hey….this paint comes off really easily, fucking botch job mate…look at the cunts…….”

“*Weep*…………….”

“Dad? You okay?”

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About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. http://www.amazon.co.uk/frozen-fridge-Zoomeister-Diaries-ebook/dp/B00C426DD0/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366481719&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=a+frozen+turd+in+a+hot+frudge It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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