Grow the fuck up!


I had an imaginary friend named “Red” when I was 5 years old.

We would play in my room whenever my mum and father would fight, which means we played a lot!

My father would drink a lot, he didn’t really take care of me or my brother. My mum tried to take care of us, but she was always at work, or busy working.

One day my father packed his bags while my mum was at work. He started walking to the front door and said to me and my brother:

I am leaving, tell your mother when she gets home

I knew I couldn’t stop him but to slow him down I said:

Wait! You need to say good by to Red first!

He slowly looked to me and replied:

Grow the fuck up!” and left.

That was the last thing my father ever said to me.

That was the last day I ever saw Red.

Goodbye, my old friend

It is with deep regret that I type this post.

After a year of faithful service, my maulling sieve has finally packed up.

I have been through a lot with this old bugger and he’s done more of his share of separating the twigs, seeds and stalks from the good stuff. I figured I’d say goodbye in style by showing the world his last day:

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He will be missed!