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Originally Posted by cactusEG
i thought you were mexican?? :thinking: so wait.. you didnt get the traditional locked in the closet with a bottle of taquila and a case of carona?? damn i used to love getting in trouble at Jesus's house lol:lmfao:
got the good old laddle at first, then moved up to a belt. from the belt i went to bare skin with the belt and finally i graduated to a wooden paddle with holes drilled in it...... until it broke then they stopped
i got my ass beat
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Originally Posted by HypnoToad
then the ass whooping would come after that lolQuote:
Originally Posted by Dracc
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Originally Posted by cactusEG
oh yeah.. now i remember.. i'm usually passed out after i was let out the closet lol...
I got the belt till I was like 10 or 12 and then I ran one time and climbed the bunk bed and my foot sliped right as my mom swung and she caught me right across the middle of my back so hard I fell off and like was spasming on the ground in pain. Never got hit again and my mom was crying and said she wouldnt ever whoop me or my siblings again and she never did. from then on itwas just grounding.
They probably used the hangar to remind you that you were a failed abortion. Later, QD.Quote:
Originally Posted by cactusEG
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Originally Posted by Grnblur
damn son.. you almost died from an ass whooping... :lmfao:
why didnt i think of that shit :lmfao::lmfao::lmfao:Quote:
Originally Posted by quickdodgeŽ
my dad tied me up once when i was 5...i was running around being stupid.
verious belts, belt buckles, feather duster, brooms, mops, whatever was convenient
for your basic punishment i got my ass whooped by my mom....she didnt play no shit....for the real bad shit i got my ass whooped by my dad, only happened 4 times in my life, but i can remember them pretty vivdly....that stopped around age 13 or so, and from then til 16 i was threatened with taking baseball away from me (i played about 9 mos out of the year and it was all i did) from 16 until 18 my car would be taken away, which only happened once, once i turned 18 i was on my own to make my own mistakes, as long as i followed the rules of the house i was cool to stay there, went to college, moved out at 20 and now im the boss
I got hit with belts and remotes and yard sticks! Paramedics belt FTL!
the thickest leather belts parents had across hands, and the bare ass. Shit Stung. and if you ran, you got it worse. And sometimes, we had to go pick out the belts.... and if you picked a wimpy one they made you go back and then would whoop you more.
man, we would start crying before we even got whopped.... lol
I was beaten...now my parents don't really punish me, but I'm not around them enough to do things that I'd get punished for.
My parents used anything near that would make me never want to do what i did again. I just moved back in since me and my ex broke up, mind that im paying rent to live with them again, and they still dont have a problem poppin me one in the head when i smart off.
My dad was a cop, and he used to beat me with those wide, stiff, shiny black leather belts they used to wear for their cuff pouches and gun holsters. *cringe at the thought*
haha. thats funny as shit....Quote:
Originally Posted by quickdodgeŽ
but i dont understand what a hanger has to do with an abortion...? :thinking:
That's some old, ghetto, poor folks shit. Grab a hanger to pull the fetus out. Later, QD.Quote:
Originally Posted by SL65AMG
Watch Dirty Dancing.... You'll understand then, and maybe pick up a few moves along the way.Quote:
Originally Posted by SL65AMG
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Originally Posted by quickdodgeŽ
shit still stalking me...
Shit....still stupid. Later, QD.
Lean wit it..
my dad would break 10 big garbage cans on my back
I got locked in a caged and taunted with a stick and deprived of dinner or hit with the extension cord no belts unless it was the weightlifting belt my pops had b4 he left us.
Damn, sad memories..
I was beatin with a belt
belt.... or hand.... whichever was closer...
when he broke the belt out i knew i was fucked.... and that i fucked up
slaps to the face... spatula to the backside ... no hot cheetos... then when older no going out and the threat to take away the cell phone
umm younger dad = belt mom = fly swatter got hit on my ass and calves
older groundings and taking shit away
Bamboo under the fingernails.
i used to get hit by a hanger or chopsticks.
one time, my mom chokeslammed the shit out of me.
lololol
Holy shit :no:Quote:
Originally Posted by Psycho
Grew up in a POW camp in Danang... war is hell.Quote:
Originally Posted by VooDooXII
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Originally Posted by Psycho
I got the freaking crap beat out of me. My dad used the belt, my mom used the shoe.
My mom used to burn me with a hot iron, lock me in a closet, and wouldn't let me hang out with JJ :cry:
x2...no belt tho...they did go bamboo stick happy and shoe happy on me at times. I use to give them a run for it...gawd damn it used to be fun jumping over funiture and trying to run from them. At times if i know i am about to get some gold ol beating...i used to lock myself in a room or bathroom so they couldn't get to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tracy
"Somebody gonna getta hurrrrt."
Russell Peters FTW :lmfao:Quote:
Originally Posted by VooDooXII
It didn't work on me. I was still bad as hell. One time I got caught skipping school (I walked off campus and got on the bus home so my dad would think I went to school). He met me at the bus stop because the school had called him, mind you I am miss tough girl on the bus...I was known for getting off at other girls bus stop to fight them...and he whooped my ass at the bus stop (in front of everyone), all the way home, in my front yard 'til the neighbors came out to watch and all the way into the house and then in my room for a few minutes. It was bad.Quote:
Originally Posted by UpSideDownDesi