Jorji Costava

I am in my house, standing in a hallway across from my father, looking down the hallway at him, and he is looking back at me. I am holding a pair of scissors, and my father asks me for them. I throw them to him, underhanded, and the blade of the scissors stabs into his stomach area, and he immediately covers the apparent injury with both hands, and says to me sarcastically, "Thanks, Billy." before doubling over and collapsing to the floor in the hallway. There was no blood from my father's injury. My eyes grow wide in shock of what I've done, and I call for help. When help arrives, it is in form of a single man, rushing to stand between me and my father. The man is John Wilkes Booth, and when he sees my father, he loudly states, "Thus to tyrants!", spoken in Latin, and I knew it was in Latin, but my mind translated it for me into English instantly. John Wilkes Booth then grabbed my left arm, and ran away with me.

I am in my house, standing in a hallway across from my father, looking down the hallway at him, and he is looking back at me. I am holding a pair of scissors, and my father asks me for them. I throw them to him, underhanded, and the blade of the scissors stabs into his stomach area, and he immediately covers the apparent injury with both hands, and says to me sarcastically, "Thanks, Billy." before doubling over and collapsing to the floor in the hallway. There was no blood from my father's injury. My eyes grow wide in shock of what I've done, and I call for help. When help arrives, it is in form of a single man, rushing to stand between me and my father. The man is John Wilkes Booth, and when he sees my father, he loudly states, "Thus to tyrants!", spoken in Latin, and I knew it was in Latin, but my mind translated it for me into English instantly. John Wilkes Booth then grabbed my left arm, and ran away with me.

He then makes me and my sister sit in his car across the street until the owners of the other car come back just to see their reaction. He just laughs and laughs, but I can't stand the fact that he does this! It's just wrong! How can I get him to stop? I tried talking to him, but he just brushes me off. Mom won't do anything. What can I do???

I recently started to notice that my son looks nothing like me or my wife, Nancy. I'm a skinny white male with brown hair. I'm not athletic at all and can only bench press 35 pounds. My wife is also skinny and white, but has blonde hair. My son, however, is super athletic (he's quarterback on his Middle School football team), has black hair, and darker skin (an orangeish tone). What is going on here???

Even my friend Hank was on the board at some point, and he voted against it!

I recently started to notice that my son looks nothing like me or my wife, Nancy. I'm a skinny white male with brown hair. I'm not athletic at all and can only bench press 35 pounds. My wife is also skinny and white, but has blonde hair. My son, however, is super athletic (he's quarterback on his Middle School football team), has black hair, and darker skin (an orangeish tone). What is going on here???

I recently started to notice that my son looks nothing like me or my wife, Nancy. I'm a skinny white male with brown hair. I'm not athletic at all and can only bench press 35 pounds. My wife is also skinny and white, but has blonde hair. My son, however, is super athletic (he's quarterback on his Middle School football team), has black hair, and darker skin (an orangeish tone). What is going on here???

I recently started to notice that my son looks nothing like me or my wife, Nancy. I'm a skinny white male with brown hair. I'm not athletic at all and can only bench press 35 pounds. My wife is also skinny and white, but has blonde hair. My son, however, is super athletic (he's quarterback on his Middle School football team), has black hair, and darker skin (an orangeish tone). What is going on here???