The Ricker is not rational, and the Ricker didn't always pick on me.
My sister had her fair share of chores (maybe just share of chores, because I had VASTLY more to do on a regular basis). Once, the Ricker sent my sister out into the forest around our house to pick up sticks. We lived on an acre in the middle of a pine forest, and my sister had to pick up a bunch of sticks and twigs to throw away so the forest looked up to the Ricker's standards. The Ricker made her clean the forest. He also got mad at her for eating too much cheese on one occasion . . . I don't think she's gotten over this yet.
My sister had her fair share of chores (maybe just share of chores, because I had VASTLY more to do on a regular basis). Once, the Ricker sent my sister out into the forest around our house to pick up sticks. We lived on an acre in the middle of a pine forest, and my sister had to pick up a bunch of sticks and twigs to throw away so the forest looked up to the Ricker's standards. The Ricker made her clean the forest. He also got mad at her for eating too much cheese on one occasion . . . I don't think she's gotten over this yet.
posted at 4:07 PM
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i can't handle it. i did get drunk on tequila with your mom and had her tell the story of your conception... but i don't think i have ever really spoken to your dad. keep 'em comin.
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