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Originally posted by macker
LOL - Thats pretty fucked up.
Well when I was just 3 years old, we didn't even have a cardboard box to live in or even rocks to sit on!
We used to occupy a small space behind a farm with the pigs. When the farmer used find us, he would come and stick his shot gun up our anal passages whilst slapping us about the face until our mouth were red raw with injuries, so bad that we couldn't even eat the food that we had to steal from the pig trays.
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That's nothing compaired to what our mam used to do, she would starve us for 3 days then come home to our cardboard boxes that dad had pissed on, she would bring fish and chips back that she had collected from the bins near chips shops as we had no money to buy teh real deal and then she would put razor blades in our food.