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[title] => We Put The Wrong Son Up For Adoption
[time] => 2020-02-24 00:18:52
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[bodytext] => My son is a thief and a drug user.
I/'/m not lying when I say he/'/s a loser.
It/'/s too much for my wife and I to bear.
He/'/s addicted to Meth and he/'/s on welfare.
When my wife had twins, we chose the wrong option.
We put the wrong son up for adoption.
Our other son owns Starbucks and he/'/s a billionaire.
He/'/s not a loser like our other son who is on welfare.
When I told him that I/'/m his biological father, he kicked me below the belt.
It really hurt when I was kicked down there, you don/'/t want to know how it felt.
I didn/'/t know that a son would actually do that to his own dad.
He/'/s furious because we put him up for adoption, he/'/s really mad.
When I introduced myself, it didn/'/t help matters when I asked for a million bucks.
He ripped off my toupee and people started laughing at my bald head, that sucked.
I got kicked in the crotch and now everybody knows that I/'/m bald.
If you ever have twins, don/'/t give up the wrong one or you might also be appalled.
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We Put The Wrong Son Up For Adoption
Contributed by
randyJohnson
on
Monday, 24th February 2020 @ 12:18:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
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My son is a thief and a drug user.
I/'/m not lying when I say he/'/s a loser.
It/'/s too much for my wife and I to bear.
He/'/s addicted to Meth and he/'/s on welfare.
When my wife had twins, we chose the wrong option.
We put the wrong son up for adoption.
Our other son owns Starbucks and he/'/s a billionaire.
He/'/s not a loser like our other son who is on welfare.
When I told him that I/'/m his biological father, he kicked me below the belt.
It really hurt when I was kicked down there, you don/'/t want to know how it felt.
I didn/'/t know that a son would actually do that to his own dad.
He/'/s furious because we put him up for adoption, he/'/s really mad.
When I introduced myself, it didn/'/t help matters when I asked for a million bucks.
He ripped off my toupee and people started laughing at my bald head, that sucked.
I got kicked in the crotch and now everybody knows that I/'/m bald.
If you ever have twins, don/'/t give up the wrong one or you might also be appalled.
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randyJohnson
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Re: We Put The Wrong Son Up For Adoption
(User Rating: 1 ) by alicewhite on
Thursday, 27th February 2020 @ 09:42:39 PM AEST (User
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Lol, they say left handers were maybe originally one of mirror image twins n my son is left handed and an absolute nightmare so maybe your onto something, although as a mother I love him but can/'/t bare him either most of the time. He really is that much hard work x |
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Re: We Put The Wrong Son Up For Adoption
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st March 2020 @ 06:11:37 AM AEST (User
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my son,
my son,
I just could not wait until the boy could walk.
I loved him so much.
I read books to him, it was the
best thing I had ever had,
to read a book to my son, together,
him and I.
I love everything about my son.
when I give, I give to my son.
When I was young, I never
wanted a son.
When I had my son,
I told him, one day you will
want to be your own man.
It made his eyes water up
when he was young.
Then, I told him, no,
I never ever want you to leave.
I love my son.
He knows about me.
Peace! |
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